It's Still Life

“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