The Disposition of a Crone

The Disposition of a Crone

A Poem by Audrey Howitt

Elf Witch originally made for by Danny Hennesy ca 2006 for Danny Hennesy´s great fantasy game



I have a penchant for stately, graceful words,

for the artful turn of phrase,

and I love the sheer beauty of imagery well used.

A phrase can wash over me,

words can stick

and salve,

and when I am done

I can wrap myself

and cozy up against a stanza or two of beauty.


But there is another part

of my poetic brain,

largely untapped,

for it rarely sits still long enough

for me to access it. A more anxious,

more brittle part.


I want to unwrap it

before the wrapping wedges too tightly,

hear the crinkle of it as it is removed,

and breathe-----

and take off the clothes that bind me-----

and yell f**k to the wind-----

and howl at the moon----


for I am a crone

and sometimes,

crones just aren’t nice.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

© 2012 Audrey Howitt


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As a fellow crone, I say hoooo-ray! It's true, crones aren't necessarily nice, but they are sure real. Wonderful poem added to my favorites.

Posted 12 Years Ago


And sometimes they are ..lol.. Love it !!

You rock !! .. Jazz

Posted 12 Years Ago


I LOVE This! An absolutely wonderfully unexpected joy! Howl on! Sometimes, it just feel so good!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Audrey Howitt
Audrey Howitt

Alameda, CA



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I am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..

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