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‘We all have our flaws, Mine is being wicked.’

james thurber

thepsychhop:

witches

Witch Way

Have you ever seen a witch?
Never? What a pity!
Her dress and hat are black as pitch
And so is her pet kitty.
HAve you ever seen a witch in the sky?
No? Oh dearie me!
On her broomstick she does fly
She’s very hard to see.
Have you every heard one speak?
No? You’ve not heard any?
They sound like doors whose hinges squeak —
Me, I’ve heard too many.
Have you ever cast a spell?
My dear, what do you do?
When you’re not feeling very well
Or when your nose is blue?

Now you must join our little band
And stretch your education
We meet at night on marshy land
Behind the railroad station.

We all fly in to chant and screech
And cast our special spell
All our secrets we will teach
If you promise not to tell…

 Shelagh McGee

A Witch is she, yet how can this be so?
She is neither old, nor ugly. She is young. Beautiful. Innocent.
Yet she can cast magic. Many would shun her for her ways.
Would you? I certainly wouldn’t.
She has never sinned, yet to some,she has.
Her only sin is being who she is. Nothing more.
How can you cast away this pagan lass? She has done no harm!
It is not her way. Yet she will do as she will.
The moon is her comforting mother. The sun is her protective father.
Nature is her best friend.
Witch means wisewoman.
She is wise. Is she wiser than we?
Yes. I hope she’ll cast a spell for me.

   by Kris Mancuso

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

Ann Sexton

Wanted — A Witch’s Cat

Wanted — a witch’s cat
Must have vigor and spite,
Be expert at hissing,
And good in a fight,
And have balance and poise
On a broomstick at night.

Wanted — a witch’s cat.
Must have hypnotic eyes
To tantalize victims
And mesmerize spies,
And be an adept
At scanning the skies.

Wanted — a witch’s cat,
With a sly, cunning smile,
A knowledge of spells
And a good deal of guile,
With a fairly hot temper
And plenty of bile.

Wanted — a witch’s cat,
Who’s not afraid to fly,
For a cat with strong nerves
The salary’s high
Wanted — a witch’s cat;
Only the best need apply.

    Shelagh McGee