Madame Min Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Invited by the nice Lady Min
living in the woods near her home,
I didn't sneak into the promised stew
with ingredients that I have never
had tasted - her promise, amid laughter -
asked me after the raffia
asked if I liked the party.

Min is a gift that the woods gave me,
I hunted ounce, snake, and ate the mortal
bile fish and all, and I didn't die,
until I found the butterfly Min
with the immense cauldron from which it exhales
a smell that's an invincible magnet.

The phone rang again, this time
was the eloquent Patalogical Lady,
always smiling at your mysterious level,
welcoming me to the clan
Respectable Ladies of the Magic Forest:
Min & Maga at your service. I stayed in that eagernessL