{"id":69054,"date":"2020-06-27T17:45:33","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:45:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69054"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:46:03","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:46:03","slug":"binary-baba-yaga-hour-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/binary-baba-yaga-hour-8\/","title":{"rendered":"BINARY BABA YAGA – Hour 9"},"content":{"rendered":"

01000010 01100001 01100010 01100001 00100000 01011001 01100001 01100111 01100001\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

or, Binary Baba Yaga<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

beyond the silver treeline<\/span><\/p>\n

to a cottage made of bones<\/span><\/p>\n

I let a strange bright firefly<\/span><\/p>\n

show me Baba Yaga\u2019s home<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

in my bag I had a bottle o\u2019 mead<\/span><\/p>\n

my eyes peered through a mask<\/span><\/p>\n

I hoped an answer I would find<\/span><\/p>\n

if I could only ask<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

the buggy brought me to her gate<\/span><\/p>\n

she beckoned me inside<\/span><\/p>\n

she sat and topped her porridge bowl<\/span><\/p>\n

with spiders, lightly fried<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat have you come to ask me then,<\/span><\/p>\n

and rouse me from my seat?<\/span><\/p>\n

What could you need to know,\u201d she said,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo make you brave this heat?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

she grinned wide with her snaggled teeth,<\/span><\/p>\n

to her oven stole a glance.<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought if I did not leave soon,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d surely miss my chance.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe brought you some fine mead,\u201d I said,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA question for to ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

How can we rouse our lethargy<\/span><\/p>\n

to help us meet our tasks?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>she roared and rocked with her delight<\/span><\/p>\n

changing her form, she boomed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou WILL all do good work, children,<\/span><\/p>\n

or I\u2019ll find and eat you, all through Zoom!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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