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Now I'm back on livejournal (yay!) I think it's time to post some poetry, though I haven't been inspired much lately, so these will be quite old poems. Actually the ones I am most drawn to at the moment I wrote when I was 12 - one of my most poetically productive periods:
THE WITCH
A young woman
In a long flowing gown
In dull, sad colours
Blacks, creams and browns
She floats through the garden
The ancient herb garden
Bathed in sunlight
Her long mousy hair
Tied up in a plait
She floats down the paths
Of grass between herbs
Pausing to stoop
And gaze at row after row
Herb after herb
They all used to be hers
To visit each day
To wander aimlessly
Picking posies of green
But then she was found
Brewing herbs over fire
Punished with her life
Though innocent still
And still day after day
She wanders astray
From the place of her death
The lake took her breath
The people took her life
The people who were once her friends
But turned against her when they knew her beliefs
And betrayed her to the clutches of death
They called her a "witch" and they said it again
They said she was evil though she'd once been their friend
They led her to a ghastly end
The poor girl could not rest at the bed of the lake
Her body was still, but her spirit awake
So she floated through water and over the land
Her form sad and shadowy,
Her expression pained
She is floating there still, right up to this day
And though she is sad she will NOT go away!
THE PIG
Poor pig
In a public prison
Though no crime has it done
Covered with muck
From its bare and artificial surroundings
Fat and unhealthy
Poor pig
Has no peace
People
Forever staring from the outside
Pointing and talking
Poor pig
Waddling around in its cramped space
Tail swishing
Snout sniffing
Smelling strange smells
Poor pig
Looking around with sunken eyes
At the happy outside world
Day after day
Not a glimmer of hope
No way of escape
No natural pleasures
How can it look forward
To the next day
Nothing will change
'T will be just the same
Waddling around
Eating and sleeping
Retreating in shame
To its wooden domain
Poor pig
Why should we the privileged
Treat she the unprivileged
In this way
This hard cruel way?
Quite unnecessary
This should be stopped
We should be shamed
I am shamed.
I SAW A ROBIN IN THE SNOW
I saw a robin in the snow
Sitting in a world of white
How cruelly the wind did blow
Whipping him with spite
I saw a robin on a branch
Huddled tight against the cold
Was he going to have any lunch
If he could make so bold?
I saw a robin in a tree
A tree that stood upon a hill
He seemed to be looking at me
But sat perfectly still
I saw a robin on a hill
Pecking, pecking at his lunch
Pecking away with all his will
Still perched upon his branch
I saw a robin in the snow
The snow that covered everything
The wind was gone, the sun did show
And he began to sing
* * *
Hmmm that was fun...
THE WITCH
A young woman
In a long flowing gown
In dull, sad colours
Blacks, creams and browns
She floats through the garden
The ancient herb garden
Bathed in sunlight
Her long mousy hair
Tied up in a plait
She floats down the paths
Of grass between herbs
Pausing to stoop
And gaze at row after row
Herb after herb
They all used to be hers
To visit each day
To wander aimlessly
Picking posies of green
But then she was found
Brewing herbs over fire
Punished with her life
Though innocent still
And still day after day
She wanders astray
From the place of her death
The lake took her breath
The people took her life
The people who were once her friends
But turned against her when they knew her beliefs
And betrayed her to the clutches of death
They called her a "witch" and they said it again
They said she was evil though she'd once been their friend
They led her to a ghastly end
The poor girl could not rest at the bed of the lake
Her body was still, but her spirit awake
So she floated through water and over the land
Her form sad and shadowy,
Her expression pained
She is floating there still, right up to this day
And though she is sad she will NOT go away!
THE PIG
Poor pig
In a public prison
Though no crime has it done
Covered with muck
From its bare and artificial surroundings
Fat and unhealthy
Poor pig
Has no peace
People
Forever staring from the outside
Pointing and talking
Poor pig
Waddling around in its cramped space
Tail swishing
Snout sniffing
Smelling strange smells
Poor pig
Looking around with sunken eyes
At the happy outside world
Day after day
Not a glimmer of hope
No way of escape
No natural pleasures
How can it look forward
To the next day
Nothing will change
'T will be just the same
Waddling around
Eating and sleeping
Retreating in shame
To its wooden domain
Poor pig
Why should we the privileged
Treat she the unprivileged
In this way
This hard cruel way?
Quite unnecessary
This should be stopped
We should be shamed
I am shamed.
I SAW A ROBIN IN THE SNOW
I saw a robin in the snow
Sitting in a world of white
How cruelly the wind did blow
Whipping him with spite
I saw a robin on a branch
Huddled tight against the cold
Was he going to have any lunch
If he could make so bold?
I saw a robin in a tree
A tree that stood upon a hill
He seemed to be looking at me
But sat perfectly still
I saw a robin on a hill
Pecking, pecking at his lunch
Pecking away with all his will
Still perched upon his branch
I saw a robin in the snow
The snow that covered everything
The wind was gone, the sun did show
And he began to sing
* * *
Hmmm that was fun...