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)
18 comments:
I didn't know that there was a use of the word 'witch' that also referred to 'wise woman' so found that very interesting to learn. Thanks :-) I enjoyed this tale and the way you told it.
Annell, this is the link that works for your post this week: http://somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-sunday-whirl-witch.html. It will lead those who click on it directly to this particular post. Study it so that next time you link you will be able to get it linked. Really it is not hard. Perhaps before you put in a link somewhere you should put it in an email and email it to yourself and see if it works. If it does, use that. If not, figure out what changes you should make. Hope this helps.
So true that little dramas are not that important to the land that has always been there. Land does not consider the small things, but the big picture. But the fact that the sun shines every day IS important. A fine poem today, Annell.
Thank you Mary.
Such an intriguing tale... enjoyed reading it :)
xoxo
This was really nice... And if it's truly based on an actual event I'm so sorry! Didn't know there were idiots like that around any more (thought we'd evolved beyond the witch-hunting days of yore)... Then again... Great write, in any case!
Giving people names is one thing.. but giving them name ostracizing or worse is another... witchhunts is a terrible thing.
I like how you used the wordle words to take on the subject of women being persecuted. The line about "fiery fairy tales" being held sacred is a stand-out.
I envy you living so close to the mountains, watching the sun rise and set over them. I especially love your second poem, and especially "it is the mountains that speak the loudest". Interesting poem, too, about women shunned as witches in times past.
Interesting and vivid descriptions, really animated thoughts!
Oh I have often been called a witch...how awful to have this happen just to take your property. Now they call us the B word.
It is possible that men couldn't understand a woman being able to cope on her own with her cat making do in penury by gathering herbs that were available and just making do and singing of her lost life and love. Clearly she must be possessed and religious fanaticism to conform made the widows outcasts and suspect. Such is the wisdom of man!
It is possible that men couldn't understand a woman being able to cope on her own with her cat making do in penury by gathering herbs that were available and just making do and singing of her lost life and love. Clearly she must be possessed and religious fanaticism to conform made the widows outcasts and suspect. Such is the wisdom of man!
Witch hunting in other names still exists in different corners of the world...I love the second poem and its title...
So true. I don't know why wearing black was stereotyped to witches. I liked how you defend against the stereotypes
I feel a strong sense of giving voice to women - we should always seek magic and never live in fear of judgement or retribution for doing so x
Good grief... well documented... but, as a voice to all...
ZQ
the world is filled with unusual people who live in their own world of thoughts, creations and journeys. How sad when we rather than accept brand these people.
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