Swimming a Witch

You have been accused, no more do we need Point the finger at mother and daughter Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed An impossible test, trial by water They think you are spawn of the devil’s own seed Sacred water denies you, twice you float Only that of a witch, feet and hands bound Would rise to the top in only petticoat Perhaps better off as an innocent drowned No executions at the bottom of the moat A no win situation, death guaranteed Guilty or not, your last breath is taken By an ignorance with illogical creed Who pointed your way, spiteful or shaken And called out Witch. - Now the test will proceed October 11, 2022 THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS