Detail from mural depicting the muse Melpomene (Tragedy) by Edward Simmons, 1896
All of my favorite witches were staked and burned to bones.
This red dress is the best of the cottonmouth curses
from those pale, open mouth orchids - oracle tongues
in nightshade knots.
All gods work in threes -
a thrice dyed sleeve slipping to bare
a shoulder -shapely, shaping, shape
shifting - maid, mother, crone.
I have strayed, skipping, from the straight and narrow and learned
to love the log in my wandering eye. My Magdalene side
makes merry with forgotten gospels and dreams
of a desert man.
A desert man with strong, laborer's hands.
A man who knows that water is for walking,
but weddings call for wine.
For Fireblossom Friday at Real Toads