Witch

[poliphilo]

Witch

 

I dug for the bones

And boiled em up with herbs

And said the proper words

Till the ghost came flitting,

Loose jointed, weak:

I showed him I meant business.

You fetchee and you carry

I said to him with signs.

 

Go to my Lord

Let him not lie easy

Go to my Lady

Poison all she eats

Let the flesh fall from her

Let her daily weaken

Let her lose her baby- and

Be frighted by her glass.

 

No harm, no harm

It’s only crazy Mary

Who lives among the ruins

And was pretty once,

Who buried her poor baby.

Alms pretty lady

(Or you know what might occur)

All for sweet Jesu’s sake.

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

This is terrific.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.