Frankly, Christina, I did not know what to make of this poem at all. I had
no idea it had anything to do with witchcraft or that there is a third nipple
in witchcraft. I knew about the third eye thing and which always intrigued me
as there is some physical evidence for that I understand. But a third nipple?
I like the quietness of this poem, and of course I love the reference to
plants. Sue
<< Moonseed
For the most part I stay at home watching
as my skin withers, sensing the power
of intimate distance from my body.
The taste of honeyed ice is gone.
I keep silence, sleep, read a little:
a treatise on remedies; the movement
of Qi; listed tinctures, brews
of camomile, mint; a chart of breathing
exercises.
I pierced the nipple: there was no blood
but a slow, clear liquid
oozed and steeped the dressing.
I dream of moonseed, laurel,
veined leaf blades
of rhubarb, roots
of Dutchmens' Breeches, Bishop's Weed.
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