Witch That Scowls Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Witch That Scowls



Witch that scowls and
Thinks with furrowed
Yellow brows.

Witch that trembles
In her few
Remaining teeth
As rattling skeletons

The half moon with
A vast ice sheet of
Cloud
Covers herself:
A white star
Devours smoke
From incense of
A monastery old
Below
Where barefoot monks
Up to midnight
And
Further on
As yet
Chant holy psalms
And verse
And song

Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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