Read Poem: WITCHY WOMEN, by Victoria Healing

Wedges of mauve, cauldrons of peach,
daisy chains, lavender, bare feet.
Treasures of pure natural things,
swept along with breezes of wind.

Herbal potions, cherry blossom pie,
crystal twinkles under moonlit sky.
Wild woods and mountain streams,
elixir of leaves gathered from trees.

Medicine women, midwives, healers,
empathetic, wise, kind teachers.
Brave and fierce, up to their deaths,
in the 1542 “witch panic” inquests.

Over 40,000 gone, never be forgotten,
the way women were killed, was rotten.
Yet, another excuse for oppression,
did human kind ever learn its lesson?
Victoria Healing ~ 2.11.2020
“It was not ‘witches’ who burned.
It was women.” ~ Fia Forsström


Author: poetryfest

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