Poetry by Juliette D'Angelo

     Devon Christopher Adams CC




The Drowning of a Witch in Broad Moonlight


They say witches can’t drown

But they can burn

And they can bleed.

Our bodies made to move in season

Wilt beneath the burden of 

Productivity disguised as purpose.

When the moon no longer controls the flow

The way it controls the tide

Then we

Soaked and heavy

Must keep treading

Never waxing

Never waning

Never complaining. 
 





Market


I ask if he needs anything, more obligation than want.

He tells me to bring back lots of fruit.

He likes the sweetness

The brightness

The way hard pips settle into spongey flesh.

I am only arms and legs and bags. 

I tell him

I can’t carry it all. 

He thinks I’m talking about the fruit. 

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Juliette D'Angelo is an emerging writer from Western Australia and graduate of Writing and Literature at Deakin University. Her work has been published in Eloquentia Literary Magazine, and will be included in an upcoming issue of Suburban Witchcraft Magazine. When not reading or writing, Juliette can be found at the beach with her dog Poppy, or making macrame. 
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