Baba Yaga flies the living woods to pluck
silver tufts of wormwood, cobalt wolf'sbane,
red-cap
toadstools for the little ones to suck.
Loneliness and these things made her luck:
resentment clutched and hope that's brought to naught;
and the beebalm, foxgloves, larkspur in her path
can not cure the sickness that she caught.
~April 2015
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Challenge: Frog-cups in New York City
The
lively and darkly enchanting genius of Magaly Guerrero has found a
perfect topic for this penultimate day of April's long haul: write a new poem that will include a flower named
after an animal or a bird named after a flower. She
requested a shorter poem, and I'm sure we can all appreciate that at
this point, so I chose the sevenling form, inspired by the work of Russian poet
Anna Ahkmatova. I also chose a Russian folktale to go with it.
Images: Baba Yaga, by Viktor Vasnetsov, 1929 public domain via wikimedia commons
Illustration of Baba Yaga by Ivan Bilibin, 1900, from the fairy tale Vasilisa The Beautiful
Public domain via wikiart.org

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