A Poem by S.E. Ingraham

Should Luna Soar

Should Luna soar immense and scarlet
Crones - creatures of the craft -
take the sky
Silhouetted starkly they sweep
in loosed formation

Their juices:  boiling, bubbling, brewing
Accrued alchemists' acumen young again
Tender, supple as willow shoots in Spring
flooding hearts of old with joy . . .

Settling surreptitiously, the coven convenes
Replacing acid-tongued curses
with thoughts of oil-slicked escapades
They are prepared to sprinkle trouble,
need only gauge where best to begin.

S.E. Ingraham, a retired mental health consumer, pens poems from the 53rd parallel (Edmonton Alberta) where she lives with the love of her life and their wolf/border-collie cross.  She's still obsessed with straightening pictures, and travelling where-ever and when-ever she can - NYC and New Orleans this year . . . who knows where next?  Family is her other obsession, and of course, writing.  She has also been doing some reading for the Found Poetry Review.  Her work has appeared, or will soon in:  Poetic Pinup Revue, In Gilded Frame, Otis Nebula, Poetic Bloomings Years One and Two, Poised in Flight, Poised in Flight, amongst other publications.  It may also be found here:  http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/ here: In My Next Life http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/ and here:  The Way Eye See It http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/