The Witch

[...] in us rises slowly to the ground
Sometimes when we're lucky we see from above
The vision ahead of us entices us and frightens us
Calls us to go on with [...] love

A manless woman in her house invites us in and saddens you
She displays her miniature collection
She smiles as if she cannot speak, she wants you to be sure you know
Pleasantly she views her recollections

She sat upon her favorite chair, we sat around her on the floor
And guessed at what she wanted to convey
She said when your man leaves, don't allow yourself to grieve
Don't allow yourself to feel, don't be tricked again

The time of planting gardens and it's soon after my victory
My hand was held and I was proud [...]
So I ruled for several years, benign and ever powerful
Doing things I wish I'd never seen

Soon the clouds around my head forced me to ask the question
Was it possible to live on hills and bones?
I remember the white man telling my fortune to my parents
He said, "Her greatest fear is that she'll be left alone"

The day I caught the ring was the day I learned to sing
It was the day I danced outside before the sun
And it granted me a wish, could not understand the switch
Could not understand that in my eyes I'd won

Now I sit before the children, answering their questions
Telling them the things their parents cannot say
I tell them they will bleed and not to say when they're in need
And to be happy for the things they cannot see

The Nields © 1992 Peter Quince Publishing and Ambivalent Fins

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