Saucy and overbold beldam of death,
mistress of charms, spite and wrath
loves not you.
Vessels and spells provide
a dismal and a fatal end.
Upon the corner of the moon,
artificial sprites raise little spirit
in a foggy cloud.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Victoria is our host this Thursday. She says it’s time to go back to a poetic form that we last discussed in 2013: erasure, a form of found poetry or found art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem. The words are there—all we need to do is reconstruct them. This evening, we are invited to share an erasure poem. Victoria suggests choosing a text that will work for us — prose or poetry — and mix it up a bit, for example create a Haibun from an existing poem or use a novel to write a sonnet – and a form isn’t necessary.
I erased parts of Hecate’s monologue from Macbeth Act 3 Scene 5 in anticipation of All Hallows Eve.