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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Iloduba Jnr Avatar
September 4, 2009 at 5:40 AM
just kill the witch!good job at killing with words.
Guzzi Avatar
July 30, 2009 at 12:21 PM
Yes..that's the way the world treats women...see The Body and the Blood, Genderside, The Sowing........Light & Love
Shango Avatar
May 27, 2009 at 7:40 AM
A reverberation of the cyclic impact wounding us ... awesomely surrendered!
Gumbo Avatar
May 23, 2009 at 7:29 PM
totally awesome poem! Well done Emma!
Devonshire Avatar
May 23, 2009 at 3:27 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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