Cauldron of the Sky

A witch’s hand with a million fingers,
Each with a million joints,
A million accusations
Accusing me
Accusing you,
Accuses all. Everything.
But between her rhytidome fingers
The soft embrace of red, yellow and cream
Calls out forgiveness,
Offering no consternation

And the accusations turn upwards to stir the sky.

Copyright 2011 Andrew Whiting


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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