m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Clover Patch

Clover Patch

trinity, trinity, trinity,

everything comes in threes.

open trifolium clover

free, radically free

on the leaves

of the Book of Dun Cow.

green, emerald green

summoned by the shamrock

for the ghost of Cu Chulainn's chariot.

it came to pass,

on the triple grass

in the violet hour

he stared death in the eye.

rise, rise, rise

after three days with Lugh

and his flashing light,

the hounds of triplism fight.

snakes up the spine

encourage the aberration,

take up the clover

just for luck on the space X patch,

where sport and valor wander.

drown the shamrock,

throw it over your left shoulder!

faith, hope, love, and luck

press the four leaf clover.

fifth for money, the sixth is free,

trinity, trinity, trinity.

 

Rape of Vellamo!

Rape of Vellamo!

Mustard Seed

Mustard Seed