Witches

Witches

A Poem by ron
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The true face of witches

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“Witches”

o   Endless rows of burning witches.

o   Some cry out for redemption.

o   Burn them high and burn them bright, that’s the call in the night.

o   Burning witches swirl around burnt to ashes on the ground.

o   Turn and turn thrice around, burning witches on the ground.

o   Dunk them once and dunk them twice just to see them plead and fight.

o   Witches, witches there they go, they steal your food and your souls.

o   That’s the call of those who know.

o   Come with me to the glens see the witches once again.

o   They plow they sew but steal no souls.

o   These are witches to behold.

o   No fires burn to purge one's soul.

o   Only peaceful people who wish to grow.

o   Children play and parents watch.

o   We don’t hate and we don’t plot.

o   Let us show you real majick.

o   In the forests and the thickets.

o   Plant a seed in the ground, give it water and dance around.

o   Dance for nature dance for love, dance and dance in circles round.

o   We can’t fly or give evil eyes.

o   We cherish life and hold it high.

o   This is the real majick that we hide, from those who hate us because of a churches pride.

© 2013 ron


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The Salem witch trials, such tragic events. You brought the horror, the struggles and the cold dead face of fear back to life. Its like written after Mary Easty sent her Humble Petition to Sir William Phips and the jury.

Excellent piece.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

10 Years Ago

I wrote it in part for the discrimination (though it was small) I faced when practicing Wiccan. I th.. read more
ron

10 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words.
Mariya

10 Years Ago

Thanks for igniting something amazing and thank you kindly for your gift. May the gods and goddesses.. read more
This is a ripper read. It just rattles along, almost a song and those images are just great. And then the purpose is revealed in the last line...
"from those who hate us because of a churches pride".

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ron

10 Years Ago

Thank you once again.

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I have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..

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