Love Letter to Baba Yaga
You taste of blood and bitters,
My beautiful witch.
We go where we wish
In our walking aerie.
Sip absinthe from china cups,
Lick hemlock jelly
From pickled toes.
I would forsake Paradise until the end
To feel your wrinkled hands on my body.
Hands that strip carcasses of dreams,
Wield the pestle of flight,
Hands that sift for truths,
And beckon wisdoms
From frightened children.
I would spit Eden's fruit to the ground to lick
The sweat that hangs in the folds of your skin.
Sarah Deckro is a writer, teacher, storyteller and amateur photographer who received a bachelor’s degree in History from Connecticut College. She works as a preschool teacher in Boston, MA. Sarah’s poetry has appeared in the online journal Persephone’s Daughters and is soon to appear in an anthology by Arachne Press Limited. Her photography has been featured in Pidgeonholes online literary and arts journal.