Witch Poem

Heidi Bitsoli
Some say,
It's the season of the witch.
Broomstick mounted, a scream streaks the sky.
Croaking out spells as she passes by.
And townsfolk shiver and twitch
As they imagine how
The hag bids imps to fulfill her wish.

How did a woman become so hated
For knowing midwifery and herbal lore?
A cow tips over dead and it's devil's work.
But when a babe is about to be born
You find you need her once more.

Did she deserve the hate, the flame, the ash?
Or did ignorant minds, filled with superstition
Stoke hot accusations and damning fires,
Scrawling a legacy of hate through the ages,
A history inked in blood
And sorrow of womanhood.

Published by Heidi Bitsoli

I'm happiest at home with my husband, three cats and dog; in a good bookstore with a hot latte; or in my garden tending to my herbs. Right now I'm in freelance mode, and enjoying the chance to explore and wr...  View profile

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  • Dave Schrader11/1/2009

    It is quite thought provoking... :)

  • Betty Malone10/30/2009

    Wonderful, it's all about hating women, we know that. I just posted a wacky post about a women with 'CBN claiming that witches have cursed our Halloween candy and we are evil for participating in Halloween.

  • Ranee Wright10/30/2009

    Killer poem (excuse the pun)! ;)

  • Jolene Passardi10/30/2009

    Greatn poem!

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