The Witch's Curse
The Witch’s hair was black as night
Her teeth were white
And eyes were bright.
She boiled her potions,
And brewed her lotions
She smiled at clouds and stars and moon,
She walked in woods from morn till noon.
She could cure any ailments fast,
And tell how long the rains would last.
She knew the earth she walked on well,
None ever heard her cry or yell.
Wisdom shone in her black eyes,
It scared those men with malice.
She was captured, tied and dragged,
All of them charged her as ‘bad’.
“Devil pleaser", “Dark force’s queen"
Shocked she was, ‘what does this mean?’
Beaten, stoned and dragged in mud,
Hair and eyes now smeared with blood.
“This crone! We must have her dead"
Cried those fools and she felt dread.
As they lit the pyre of hay,
She at last ventured to say,
Now you fear me, you cowards
“One day my seeds will grow upwards.
My kids will rise and set me free
That is when you with fear will see.
You and I may not here be,
But they will rise, SO MOTE IT BE"
(A tribute to the souls of all the wise and innocent women who were branded as witches and hunted down)
Copyright © Gowri Nandana | Year Posted 2023
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