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A woman seized and trussed
Sacrifice bound, gossiped and fussed
Over by villagers too crooked to debate
Against death by fire, crooked fate,
Leaving only bones bent by anguish.
Crooked lord of lands and lives
Gave the orders, for want of shrive
From Church who crooked and croziered life,
Or want of peace from shrewish wife,
Climber on the crooked social vine.
Or maybe a witch finder came, seeking fame
By calling out the weak and lame,
Those too meek to protest
When crooked pin put goodwife to crooked test
Proclaimed as witch, anathema.
Which judge it was presided, stern and cruel,
Or jury silent o'er justice playing the macabre fool
Is a mystery, for no letter or record attests
To cause, evidence or process. At its best
An affair of simple people in crooked times.
Thus whether crooked hag or maiden fair
We know not. Only that a cairn was raised, there
On lord's land, crooked stones piled high
Set with cross, moorland breezes sigh
And whisper "Here she was burned".
Sacrifice bound, gossiped and fussed
Over by villagers too crooked to debate
Against death by fire, crooked fate,
Leaving only bones bent by anguish.
Crooked lord of lands and lives
Gave the orders, for want of shrive
From Church who crooked and croziered life,
Or want of peace from shrewish wife,
Climber on the crooked social vine.
Or maybe a witch finder came, seeking fame
By calling out the weak and lame,
Those too meek to protest
When crooked pin put goodwife to crooked test
Proclaimed as witch, anathema.
Which judge it was presided, stern and cruel,
Or jury silent o'er justice playing the macabre fool
Is a mystery, for no letter or record attests
To cause, evidence or process. At its best
An affair of simple people in crooked times.
Thus whether crooked hag or maiden fair
We know not. Only that a cairn was raised, there
On lord's land, crooked stones piled high
Set with cross, moorland breezes sigh
And whisper "Here she was burned".
Literature
Truly a Witch
What does it mean to be a Witch?
Its not about chasing a golden snitch!
Lucky Black Cat and Pointy Hat?
There's no real need for all that tat!
Watching Charmed on the telly?
Tattooing triskelle on your belly?
Singing along to Practical Magic?
Oh, dont be so bloody tragic!
Watching Twilight and New Moon,
Cant wait for the next one 'coming soon'?
Angel and Buffy are your Heroes?
Get a life, their only TV shows!
Hung with Silver everywhere,
Eager for disapproving stare!
Teenage fad thats 'oh so cool'?
Dont be such a rebellious fool!
Bookcase filled with TeenWitch books?
Huh, money taken by corporate crooks!
Shelves filled with
Literature
Pagan Pyre
You claim we are all born in sin!
Lost without your shepherds crook!
Blind to the light you claim to spread!
Through sword and flame, you forced us to kneel!
Branded heathens and made to serve!
Thought us lost to ages past!
But flames of the old souls still burn bright!
And within our hearts,they shall never fade!
Burning steel and earthen prayer!
Summer winds and cleansing rains!
Shall stand the test of time eternal!
Heathen, Pagan, these names we bare!
And shall fight till the flames of the pyre lick our flesh!
Literature
The Foggy Path
I feel like going back in time... The trees whisper to me
I need to bathe under the moonlight water
To make a flower crown and dance amongst the forest
Chant songs in the tongs of the fairies
I want to feel the waves of the world calling
Let my spirit flow until it reaches the secret path
There, where time is null
Where fawns and the ancient people live in communion
There where our mother watches over us shinning in the sky
Where father provides...
I yearn to feel the earth beneath my bare feet
The water running through my body
Fire burning in my veins
Air flowing through my hair...
I want to go home
D.L.Fercy
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It goes without words that this is a beautifully written poem.
I like how well you write about real historical facts and culture. I am planning to write some poems, in English, about Brazil's own culture. I like to think of it as an attempt to approximate people's culture, and with it bring a bit of understanding.
I like how well you write about real historical facts and culture. I am planning to write some poems, in English, about Brazil's own culture. I like to think of it as an attempt to approximate people's culture, and with it bring a bit of understanding.