David Magill


Hag - Poem by David Magill

A raging, hateful old hag
breathing her black air
like thick smoke
into the faces of those
that made her lonely.
Assumption is her fat tongue flickering
like the tail of a dying fish.
She pounds the top of her old, creaking desk
the keyboard flies sideways
she heaves spit at the screen
the hanging light bulb trembles overhead;
shadows dance across the filthy room.
Even her teeth are spiteful,
grinding against the grain of rot as
throbbing blood-bubbles rise up and
through her cracked lips.
Outside, a tomcat howls
his leg caught in a make-shift snare.
She rises slowly
and sets the oven
to broil.

Topic(s) of this poem: dying, old

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This woman exists.

Comments about Hag by David Magill

  • Brian Mayo (10/26/2015 1:51:00 PM)


    An impressive debut, Dave.
    Teeth grinding against the grain of rot'- -nice poetic phrase.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015



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