Article voiceover
Witches' Butter brews
on dead aspen bark,
filled from the fallen forest
of frontline trees
that fought this land.
These aspen rot in their unification —
butter melting,
dripping,
delicious butter.
Standing aspens, still connected,
rotting as well —
as witches nip at their toes.
Spreading into roots
as if on warm bread,
the grove,
infested,
spellbound and still —
as it sits smothered in golden,
gelatinous,
gauze.
"of frontline trees
that fought this land." Amazing wordplay with these two lines
The sensuality and vividness you accomplished here is awesome! Another funny result of doing audio a lot, is that after hearing enough poems in your tone I now have a rendering of your voice in my mind when reading regardless of an audio track haha