Tuesday, January 23, 2018

THE APOTHECARY

Bjorn has asked us to use the name of
a poison or poisons in our Tuesday
Poetics this week.  I've indulged in a
bit of fiction (Momma forgive me!).
Submitted to dVerse
January 23, 2018
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Double double toil and trouble
How does your garden grow
Magic potions for casting spells
Things that witches know

Momma taught me all she knew
The secrets of dark magic
If someone crossed my Momma
Results could be quite tragic.

Once a cheating lover
A charming, handsome jock
Succumbed to imbibing the pleasure
Of Momma’s cocktail of hemlock.

I grew up in the wonders
Of Momma’s apothecary
I never really understood
Why my friends all seemed so wary.

13 comments:

  1. Ha... I think I do understand... a cocktail of hemlock, that can fill up the hollows under the porch I think

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  2. Ha! So clever, Beverly. Too bad for that cheating lover, but hope that hemlock was as sweet as his lust.

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  3. This made me smile. It made me think of my graNdpa who was ahead of his time.......he had an herbal shop called Health Products, medications made from herbs and vitamins, all natural......this was back in the 40's. Wow.

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  4. Heehee. So clever in its rhyme.

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  5. Oh my gosh, I love this!!! The first stanza, especially, flows so well.

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  6. It’s an art lost. Cool how generation ago plants were for the healing. Foraging through thickets or standing in costly pharmaceutical lines...

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  7. Love this Beverly. There's a limerick feel to this. I'm not surprised friends are wary :)
    (by the way the last 2 words- should they read 'so wary'...?)

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  8. Wonderful flow and tone to this magical piece

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  9. Sounds like something Elvira's mom would cook up for company, lol. Good work

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  10. The word 'apothecary' conjures up a laboratory in my mind, with lots of colourful bubbling liquid in jars and test-tubes. And then you surprised me with 'Momma taught me all she knew'.
    But I'm not surprised the friends were wary if she gave hemlock to a cheating lover!

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  11. such a pretty rhyme and at the end, self discernment about Mamma's brewing

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