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It Isn’t The Princess Who Needs Saving #DVersePoets

In the market they are talking

about last week’s linens,

still strung across the garden

beneath skies dazzling blue.

 

The butcher’s wife does not like

the cats with their black cloaks,

stalking the briar patch at night,

bright eyes like guttering candles.

 

Her husbands claims superstition,

but distrusts the foxglove purple swords,

the nightshade, the mistletoe,

the cut stems by the hedgerow.

 

Forgets who birthed their last child,

almost blue and so brokenly quiet.

Breathed that first cry into him

when they though him too far gone.

 

But there’s the girl and her tears,

and her husband raging

for some sort of explanation

as to why the seed won’t take.

 

And why this year’s harvest failed,

and the Harlow’s pig got sick,

and the men from the church came

and hung a witch out.

 

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I’m going to admit, this poem got away from me somewhat, and I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending. Still, I hope you like where I took tonight dVerse prompt. I only used a couple of the phrases we were given but like I said, the poem sort of got away from me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

21 Comments

  1. Not what I was expecting from the title, but when I got to the end it all fell into place. I think it’s a great response to the poem, a build up of paranoia and superstition. You are so good at atmosphere.

  2. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    Your poem works for the prompt just fine. Sometimes when a poem gets away from us, it can lead to magical places; sometimes not. Yours is covered with fairy dust.

  3. Shawna says

    This is so good. I love this line: “almost blue and so brokenly quiet.”

  4. gillena cox says

    Still the old days of superstition lingers and today explanations might even look to the sky to alien beings to satisfy our questioning minds

    Happy Tuesday

    Much💙love

    • There’s also the element of control over populations. Fear gave the witchfinders a powerful tool to ensure people behaved the way they wished.

    • I would say cursed. Quite often the awful mundane is counted as bad luck, when in fact it’s just luck balanced out. When we count up all the bad it can seem overwhelming, but you’re only examining one side of the scales.

  5. I was intrigued by the title, Carol, and delighted by ‘last week’s linens still strung across the garden’. I love how you’ve taken a well-known saying and extended it into a witch’s tale, with ‘cats with their black cloaks, stalking the briar patch at night’ and ‘foxglove purple swords’. There’s so much historical truth in this tale, how villagers turned their backs on wise women who they previously turned to for remedies and mid-wifely expertise. I’m not surprised the poem away from you!

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