Salem Poems

Salem, Massachusetts

                   Witches and Warlocks

                   Is New York City Salem Mass?

         

Puritan Thinking

You cast your gaze, sharp and cold/
A relic of Salem, a story retold/
Convictions weigh heavy, though truth stands clear/
Yet you brand me alarming, fueled by fear/

Your judgement looms, a shadowed stake/
Bound by laws, yet the fire you'd make/
If time unshackled your hands today/
Would I see the embers of history's fray/

Puritan echoes, they linger still/
Through whispers

Pressing Giles Corey II

I spend most time within this grave
Unmarked and deathly silent
I met my end remaining brave
Which made it no less violent

Pressed to death for 3 long days
Only asking for more weight
Not this lie but other woeful ways
I wonder if I'd sealed my own fate

A young man from my living time
Caught stealing just some apples
I beat him

Springtime In Salem

Flying on an easterly wind
Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned
A village comes back into view
Eerily draped in a season anew

Hanging now with purple wisteria 
Not accusations, not hysteria, 
Is old Salem town, lush and green
Beyond, a cemetery lies, a reverent scene

Dark houses, by cherry blossoms framed
Brighten a place once so shamed,
By masking her greatest tragedy
With pink

The Streets of Olde Salem

My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time
as through the streets of Salem I walked.
The hour was early and the city still asleep
with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill,
the sky slowly turning from night into dawn,
my mind still in twilight as my footsteps echoed on.

The Ropes Mansion looked proud
as I strolled Essex

Pressing Giles Corey

I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight

I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great

Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not

Driving Through Salem

Witches motto is to do no harm to plants or animals
Ill understood they continue to positively garden and uplift
They were unfairly persecuted and prosecuted, murdered even
Christians bullied them, jealousy and fear determined their fate
Hysterical preteen accused the prettiest, eliminating competition
Every beautiful girl was in danger during this frenzied period of history
Still feel enraged and acute

The Witches of Salem

Red cats, black dogs, yellow birds in the morning
Visions and dreams were an ominous warning
That witches were brewing in Salem that year
As terror of covens filled townsfolk with fear
Tituba, the slave, then Lizzie the vagrant
The charges so menacing, so utterly flagrant
Next came old Sarah, an elderly lady
A hermit it’s said, her character shady
While citizens huddled

Sophie of Salem Lake

Lake of Salem held secrets long forgotten by the good people.
Sophie the youngest girl ever drowned for being a witch kept watch
She kept a nightly vigil, checking on her mother and her sisters.
They had risen toward the top of the lake on magic poles.

Sentinels without eyes, punctured by the good people of Salem,
Who were attempting

How Did Wiccans Acquire a Bad Rep

How Wiccans acquired a bad rep is not clear.
Misogynist bullies afraid of these women’s light,
A young teen with an ugly heart of jealous fear,
Might point a finger under cover of night.
But in Salem Massachusetts, hysteria came about.
When accusations were made by the ugly and stout.
Possibly made by men who had a plain mean daughter.
Wanting to

Spellbinder

........jiggle clumsily; post halter-
behind braids- busy in evacuation of the cool pool water,
like a carefree bull in the field.
Her eyes sharp and cruel, unyielding to the faulter.
Fixating on a fool, 
one caught looking,
looking around in a house of slaughter.

Baiting fingers thread the hook at the back of the neck.
Electric eel, slippery Brook,
Devil's daughter-sees her slithering

I Accuse You She Yelled

I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.

I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship 
Her anger was

Salem Do Memytree It Burn

Odatella be otis, ye bellos i am not infantile villain odeeon me
Sake it Salem, be clivas, be  yet   homage  as the lord  he be
Ground it  taken whore impeded the cleist  is now a witch it asked o’ parish
Be now   die  i shan’t mediocre  is

A Portrait a Madman Sorceror

A portrait me older mage sorcerer I syet
Father is yet me,i sought salem is mehowyetihadmarchedmeaobey
Tis I yet a brother i found means the cyclonicamonster below a scream of the sacrifice  sapien 
Dote stem demon is he beat the brother, daughtertisitblame
‘’piece me shout heard the locals bade thehorroryaymesuchaman
‘’plead yet taken out me own dog it

Salem

Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb

Forego thy demons, none would be found here
Such guile belies the pleasure of the young
Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,
so will thy measure see the pious

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