love letters from the forest
Trying to creatively express some current interests without being so over the top obvious. Failing badly. I’m either subtle as a rodeo hippo or so cryptic that on a re-read even I don’t know what the hell I’m waffling about.
To help anyone brave enough to read on – this is a combo of a documentary I watched on Netflix recently about the witch burnings in Britain; my fascination with Scottish and Welsh witches when I went to Scotland and Wales in 1991 with my folks as a surly, Beatles obsessed teen – AND – my Mum’s go-to costume for many a school dress up – naturally – I was frequently a witch.
Enjoy.
Bubble Bubble
Always in trouble
sketchy DNA
coursing veins
No doubt the same
gypsy healers
before
England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales
thrifty costume
screams
and wails
on platformed pire
engulfed in fire
for a brew of lavender tea
when i was a witch
holiday trip
Scottish witches
new obsessions
every school dress up
fascination,
drawn –
hypocrisy and horror
the quickening
the fem and masc…
always interesting.
Sabrina in the know
Archie comics just for her
check bags
royal show
though
not the little pig tailed witch
playing at pretend
shunning screams withinΒ
it’s them!
it’s them!
it’s them…
again.