Witchtending by Sarah Kathryn Moore


 
 
The neighbors have swept the webs
from the boxwood hedge and draped
 
it in cotton batting. Strange trouble
plagues us: a word flood on the wood
 
floor, we can’t breathe, etc. Today I
am disguised as a bride. November’s
 
tomorrow, but let’s not worry our
hands about it—the way storybook
 
spiders have only two eyes. Children
know any sweetness is good but some
 
sweetness is better than others. We
dispense it from the lent house until
 
they fade away like we might, were
we not believed in by credulous ghosts.
 
 
 
Sarah Kathryn Moore holds an MFA and a PhD from the University of Washington; her poems have appeared in Electric Lit, Poetry Northwest, and elsewhere. Find her online at sarahkathrynmoore.com.