Two Poems by Millicent Stott

Winter, Divine

I could sense that storm
long before it arrived
the light of amber, feline eyes
splashed so casually
against the varnished blue
of dusk
my headlights burning through the fog
her wet hair draped about her
velvet like a rabbit fur,
a slippery gown,
winter, divine and
we are falling in the frost
please, don’t be so gentle
leading me into the woods
sugar mice and crimson snow
from the party girl
whose teeth chatter in the cold
purple lips sweet as
washed up dolphins and
night walks in the cemetery
the rich steam in my morning shower
the crisp leaves crushed underfoot
promise I’ll stay


These woods are sodden with
blackberry and blackbird song
so hold me tight till I can no longer
feel their green eyes on me,
bury me among the bracken,
we must squeeze our eyes shut
I will feed you
on watercress and the mushrooms
that make you sick
and they may never find us here
the chanting witch with the
sad white face howls at the moon,
when they drowned her daughter
in the lake
I saw her soaked blue skirt
float above the surface,
then her smiling face like a demented dove
golden tendrils of angel’s fingers
I know how many people
at the mercy of your sweet hunting knife
I know that we can stay here
hands clutched, bruised, moss infused
against the
strange, jagged night

Millicent is a 19 year old English Literature student and poet. She loves feminist literature, cats and star gazing. Her work is inspired by folklore, queer love and the natural world. Follow her on Instagram @millicenteve_.

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