A Poem Beginning With a Line from Macbeth

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

“A deed without name,” Macbeth “No Fear” Act 4 Scene 1

The Tingle In My Thumb

A deed without name, these are
darkened powers that nature commands.
Winds that tear through trees,
and lash at leaf and limb and twig.
Overwhelmed. The sea foams
and sinks our ships, and send them
to a silent, deepest end.
The hunger. The ruined crops, trampled
grain bent and soaked.
This is our fall of angels,
nature’s gremlins of destruction.
Stir and boil. Bubble your
scale of a dragon and a wolf’s tooth.
Make me a brew against
the tingle in my thumb, against
this open door toward collapse.

For Miz Quickly’s Day 17 A Poem Beginning With a Line from Macbeth. Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

6 responses to “A Poem Beginning With a Line from Macbeth”

  1. Love this Misky. Echoes of the Pendle witch trials in my neck of the woods.

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  2. Thanks, Hobbo. Nightmare: ones own daughter testifies that their mum is a witch. Eeek!

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  3. Oooh so spooky and dire and, the scariest bit.. relevant!!! Awesome poem!!

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  4. “Make me a brew against
    the tingle in my thumb, against
    this open door toward collapse.” So pertinent on this side of the pond!

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    1. Although it sounds like it, it’s not meant to be political. 🌩⛈⚡️

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      1. But it fits unfortunately

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