A Witch
a witch you say i
think not an artist i retort
unless you are
referring to the use of the word for a wise woman
then i'll accept the
name for i am
you accused me of
the ancient craft was
it because i was wearing black
to
mark the recent death of my young husband without
knowing i respect it
as much....or
more than the fiery fairy tales you hold so sacred
it doesn't
matter i'm not a joiner not a part of a group
though i live in
magic i do not call myself a witch............ regardless
i was looking at
chance a form of science when you called me out
you said things that
cannot be repaired cannot be taken back
not that you wanted to i exist on the edge the clouds billowed
the darkness
gathered it rained on the long journey back home just one
more thing
to be added
to that moment it is an old story happened so many times before
as i sing
it i was framed given a bad deal embarrassed in my mother's
home
March 29, 2015
Note: Written to
the prompt: Sing, craft, frame, fiery, repair, deal, billow, chance,
add, back, exist, call
It happened, is
true. And it happened so many times before, so many woman were
accused of being witches, often they were older women after the death
of their husbands. The church hired men to go into small towns to
find women without protection, to accuse them, to take their
property...to call them a witch.
The Sun Shines
(Almost Everyday)
yes it happens each
day the sun moves across the valley all day long shadows change
the sun
shines (al)most everyday it circles my house & studio
the center of my
life at the end of the day
it falls in the
west & the blinding rays are purple & red
almost blinding the
poor watcher yet to capture it all in a few words
what else is there
to say talk about the zombies the walking dead
the pain of a
pierced heart the beauty but these are little things
little everyday
things it is the mountains that speak the loudest
tell the
truth remind us our little dramas are of no consequence to the
land
the land has always
been here & will always be it is what mabel found
& it is what i
have found
March 29, 2015
The sun moved across
the valley all day long, circling the house that was the new center
of my life, and fell early, with blinding rays of purple and red.
--Mabel Dodge
Luhan (from Edge of Taos Desert: An
Escape to Reality)
