rooting and nudging

[Mopkins]

rooting and nudging
better titled: me


scrounged out sins from decades ago (mmm neat scrounging)
barely cause an old maid to flinch (flinch? i'd fink blush?)
she's spent, you see, shuffled in a deck,
through all the piling sand; (hmm piling? maybe shifting/silvered/slithering/shimmering?)
now she just rubs on scars,
some old brands of trickery; (hmm brands? id fink patterns, chalk circles, pentagrams perhaps?)
her lips are practiced (practised? maybe accomplished? accustomed? adept? fluent?)
in quietly spitting out (spitting is quiet? maybe ejecting/ejeculating/interjecting/directing?)
all ugly, bitter, venom ever sneaked in; (dunno ugly? maybe acrid/ acidic/bileous/fermented?)
she's often mistaken for a beautiful butterfly, (boooring beautiful...)
when she's just a dry leaf in the wind (dry is gut but maybe withered/ faded/ veined/opaque/fallen?)
whose gusts of freedom were given
when crosses of sorcery's power were revealed; (hmmm crosses of socery's power? maybe when sorcery's enchantments were cast/took effect/hold))
they took away her choices
so dirt's been turned to stone (petrified perhaps? solidified? sedimentary?)
as snouts are made tender
over new rings. (hmmm rings? nooses? tethers? restraints? bonds? lassoos?)


neato bit of medusa turning snakes to statues, salty statues of recalcitrants lubbly cheers