Myth of the Old Woman of the Hills

Mythical

Paula
To sneak upon the hills of green

Hidden in the bush

Daring to catch a glimpse, just one

of the woman of the hills

She tends her earthly chores

planting in the garden,

a peculiar looking growth

for poison or spells

Giggling children, hushed in fear

not wanting to be caught

they've heard talk of spells cast from her mind

about the evils of her craft

Aromatic incense filled the air

Inspiring tales in children's minds

Keeping the legend alive

Mysterious in her living

most convinced, committing sin

Alone through all her days

male companions fill her nights

tell of a shameful existence

Would truth be lost

upon her dying breath

allowing rumors to live on

Will pleasant sounds of music

still be heard for miles around

Perhaps the harp will play itself

Will children come to dance

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Paula is a writer of poetry and short fiction and the mom to an aspiring sports journalist. She loves to cook and entertain friends and family, beta read for writers and is working towards becoming a publi...  View profile

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  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA9/20/2009

    very good work.

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