POETRY – Abigail Pearson

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Image by impressionist painter, Berthe Morisot.

Abigail Pearson is 22 year old writer and poet from Eugene, Oregon. She is the co-founder of Cauldron Anthology, a literary magazine about the wild feminine that draws from mythology.  She writes about everything from queer love, to escaping from a cult and my adorable black cat. Her poetry has been published in Thistle Magazine, The Slag Review, Ink Stained Lungs, Linden Avenue Literary Magazine, Cease, Cows and Moonchild Magazine.

Chamomile

First Published in ‘On These Paths We Travel’

Chamomile or camomile (/ˈkæməˌmaɪl, -ˌmiːl/ kam-ə-myl or kam-ə-meel[1][2]) is the common name for several daisy-like plants of the family Asteraceae that are commonly used to make herb infusions to serve various medicinal purposes. Popular uses of chamomile preparations include treating hay fever, inflammation, muscle spasms, menstrual disorders, insomnia, ulcers, gastrointestinal disorders, and hemorrhoids.

 

Matricaria chamomilla

tall mother loud mother dear mother
dead mother
stop-


Chamaemelum nobile

drink
noble plant
and no harm will come to you.


Anthemis arvensis

i had a son-
i had a son-
i had a son-


Anthemis cotula

One day, on a walk I took years ago I found a story staring back at me, in the end, the end of my walk, when brains were scattered and tall boys laughed, I found, I found a story staring back at me, had I killed my heart on that fine summer day, would I have found a story staring back at me?


Cladanthus mixtus

and now
back
to our regularly scheduled program.


Cota tinctoria

back to back and page to page
oxeye hung from dyer’s web
in the corner of his house
stood a little girl
with bright yellow hands
and
corn in her teeth
water boils
baby cries
little girl yellow.


Eriocephalus punctulatus

sing o muse
of the man
no
fuck o muse
that dirty man

 

Tripleurospermum inodorum

to sum up
i am little girl yellow
and you are bright brown dirt
i could never be sure
where to walk or where to stand
for fear of walking over you.


Matricaria discoidea

TO BE CONTINUED

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