September and December 2010
Ξ
Boil, boil, many a human spoil
The blair witch out with the gargoyle
Keep your offspring and shelter your soul
Or never again will you ever be whole
Ξ
Boil, boil, bring out of metal foil
The glistening thread of him in a coil
Stack the hearth and bring on some coal
Here comes wicked witch with a mole
Ξ
I can’t help but look at this poem from two perspectives. One is the poetic perspective, your imagery is really vivid here – and creative (as usual, in your case), especially “The glistening thread of him in a coil.” The second perspective comes from having known more than a few witches in my life … the half of which would like this poem because they are the farthest thing from what your imagery would suggest (they would read a sarcasm, directed toward popular generalizations, in your poem); the other half of which would probably delight in displaying all their moles 🙂
Yes, this is very much sarcasm. This poem was written in reaction to my ex-husband depicting me as a wicked witch amongst other flimsy accusations that he claimed in front of a court when he removed my children back in 2010. Thankfully I retrieved them in 2011.
I’m speechless at what your ex-husband did … this kind of nonsense has happened to friends of mine in America of all places (keeping in mind that there are places in the world where these kinds of accusations can result in a brutal death); but I’m relieved that you managed to regain custody of your children. Talk about happy endings to brutal experiences ….
Thank you; as they say what does not kill you makes you stronger
As I like to say, whatever doesn’t kill me had better start running.
Ah ah ah, that sounds far more dissuasive 🙂