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Villiage Witch

Old, Alone, Crippled, Husband died, left her side. Old, Alone, Crippled, Beauty lost, feelings frost. Old, Alone, Crippled, Jealous looks, stolen chooks. Old, Alone, Crippled, Illness lurks, Devil’s work. Old, Alone, Crippled, Unexplained, someone blamed. Old, Alone, Crippled, House of clay, easy prey. Old, Alone, Crippled, See her frown, hunt her down. Old, Alone, Crippled, Pitchfork, fire, bring the squire. Old, Alone, Crippled, Find his mark, all things dark. Old, Alone, Crippled, Greatest sin, duck her in. Old, Alone, Crippled, No more breathes, Devil leaves. Old, Alone, Crippled, Breathing still, we shall kill. Old… Alone… And crippled…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/4/2009 5:40:00 AM
just kill the witch!good job at killing with words.
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Date: 7/30/2009 12:21:00 PM
Yes..that's the way the world treats women...see The Body and the Blood, Genderside, The Sowing........Light & Love
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Date: 5/27/2009 7:40:00 AM
A reverberation of the cyclic impact wounding us ... awesomely surrendered!
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Date: 5/23/2009 7:29:00 PM
totally awesome poem! Well done Emma!
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Date: 5/23/2009 3:27:00 PM
Oooh, I love the somewhat spooky quality to this write. Reminds me of the Salem witch hunts. People are so eager to label as evil that which they cannot understand. There were many like this sad woman who met death at the hands of the ignorant. Awesome poem! Love, Carolyn
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