This poem was inspired by one of Kobayashi Issa's haiku and includes the poem at the beginning. I think this count's as a disclaimer.
"The withered fields—
"Once upon a time, Deep in the forest,
lived an old witch...""
—Issa
She had a long nose with three big warts
and boils on her toes.
Her hut was made of straw and mud and bones.
Each night she would take off on her broom,
Looking for ripe young children to eat
Or boisterous old men to turn into newts.
And during the day she would cook
And sing and boil potions—
Concoctions of rank proportions.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of poetry I'll be working on throughout the year. Here, you'll get to come face to faces with attitude, a bit of romance, and whatever else I can squeeze out of the right side of my brain. Happy reading.
