Screaming is a misunderstood concept.
Taking control of what you believe in,
what you stand for,
of who you are.
Frightened by the torch,
faces of deceit.
Dry mouth,
hollow scream.
Plunging into the deep sea of reality.
Heat rises and licks the flesh.
What they did was uncalled for.
Praying to be released into the hands
of someone who understands.
So many others joined for believing
and denying the accusations.
Never again shall this happen!
Stand up and fight for your rights!
Remember those who died because they
stood up for their rights.
We are everywhere and we believe in being
W arm
I ntelligent
T houghtful
C aring
H umans
We are Witches!
Author notes
I have been involved with Witchcraft since I was 15. I started my own coven at the age of 19. This poem is about the Burning Times when innocent people were burned at the stake for being accused of being Witches. Most of the people who were burned alive were women. It was a horrible time and it should be remembered. On Halloween (Samhain for us Wiccans) we honor those who were sacrificed.
A contest entry
- Wiccan Poetry *Quickie* by Georgia La Mariposa.
300 points, ended September 17, 2008, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Merry Meet
Beautiful, splendid, and powerful; drenched in deep meaning. Ecellent write. May the Burning Times never come again... for any faith. Blessed be, sister!
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This is beautiful! I too understand everything you described both in the poem and your AN.
good luck in the contest this is a great write
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