My lady, she said to me,
in a whisper light as a wraith's sigh,
"follow me my love," she took my hand,
she looked about, her cheeks pale and white,
"come let us follow the moon light."
Through the shelter of the trees,
walking in companionable silence,
the scent of the wood and leaves flutter overhead.
"Shall we venture together?" She said,
"under the stars that haven't been named."
As we approached the great Oak Tree,
"come feel the baby in side me." She said.
I waited expectantly, but felt nothing,
then suddenly a movement, barely a ripple,
I felt it move, the feeling was blissfull.
We sat beneath the great Oak Tree,
told the moon and the stars of our baby,
five shooting stars we saw that night,
they plunged like rays across the sky,
it was such an aesthetic sight.
We made a wish upon each star saying,
"earth, air, fire and water,
give to us a healthy daughter,
but if this cannot be done,
give to us a healthy son."
As we rose from the ground,
from out of the trees a rustling sound,
"What is it?" She turned and said to me,
"I don't know," I cannot see.
"Come she said, quick follow me."
We turned and started to walk fast,
watching for anything that should pass,
each twig that cracked, we wondered what was that?
Suddenly she stopped, she was stunned,
from out of darkness came two shots from a gun.
I felt something hit me hard in the chest,
falling back, I cried out for Celest,
there was no reply, my head started spinning,
a black figure stood over us,
his face only revealing.
"Witch, Warlock hated by some,
die in hell you abominable one,"
these words I didn't understand,
I just wanted Celest and I to be as one,
with our baby, our daughter or our son.
"She is my lady, her name is Celest,
she was pregnant with child,
what is it about her you detest?"
"She cast spells, she is crazy,
I think I've saved your baby."
I was mad beyond words, at what he had said,
she was good and kind, but now she was dead.
I tried to get up, but couldn't move anyway,
to scream and shout was all I could convey,
but very soon even the shouting was taken away.
The rains of Autumn, sent a chill to the air,
her memory lingers while I lay there.
The Oak Tree then speaks to me,
"I am wood I don't hear,
I do not see, so just let me be."
He thought about venturing under the stars,
that hadn't been named,
but soon the light went out,
their bodies entwined,
as they were left in that wood, so unkind.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | October 27, 2010 - 17:34
You have worked hard on this poem, Jenny and it shows.
Quite some story it told, which would also work equally as well as a piece of prose, with a few 'tweaks' here and there.
Tina;-)
skinner_jennifer | October 27, 2010 - 17:45
Hi Tina,
thankyou so much, yes you are right it was a challenge, but I am pleased with how it turned out.
I am never quite sure exactly how to write it, I
just tend to go with the flow, whatever comes to me.
But I must say that since I have been on ABC Tales,
I have learnt so much, it's amazing.
Thankyou so much again for your comment, coming from
a true professional.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | October 27, 2010 - 21:25
Whisper light as a wraith's sigh is a stunning image. Heck of a story here. Quiet and gentle beauty particularly in the first five stanzas. An alternate title might have been 'The Rains of Autumn' from the second last stanza or 'The Woodsman and the Witch' although I think you were trying to convey her innocence with Medicine woman. Well done Jenny. :-)
Highhat | October 28, 2010 - 04:13
Such a sad poem. I think you did very well on this one as well Jenny. Excellent piece of work. I enjoyed it very much.
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2010 - 08:05
Hello fatboy74,
Thankyou so much for your comment, you were right
about the Medicine woman, I could have put Witch,
but being a Hedge Witch myself, I know how people
like to percieve the idea of a witch, so yes I was
protecting her innocence.
Coming from another gifted poet, again I thankyou
for your comment.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2010 - 08:09
Hello Pia,
Thankyou so much Pia, you know that your comments
are always so much appreciated. It was a poem that
I really enjoyed writting, also a subject that is
very close to my heart, I am glad that you read and
enjoyed it, as much as I enjoy reading your work.
Thankyou again.
Jenny.
shoe | October 28, 2010 - 08:52
Such a beautiful and sad story, I loved the un-named stars and the wishes.
skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2010 - 09:05
Hello shoe,
It's so nice to read that you enjoyed this piece.
It makes all the difference, if you know that
someone has enjoyed reading your work.
Thankyou for your kind comment.
Jenny.
Kahdai | November 4, 2010 - 19:02
Thats horrible sad poem Jenny, yet told in a lovely way, mind if I ask how do you know what kind of witch you are meanto be? K x
skinner_jennifer | November 10, 2010 - 10:08
Hello Kahdai,
For me there is only one kind of witch, that is a
good witch, there is no such thing as a bad witch.
Someone who does bad things, and claims they are a
witch had better watch out, because whatever you
give out, you get back three fold.
A true witch is a healer and wants to help people.
A person who does bad things is into the black arts,
you can usually tell them a mile off, well I can
anyway, they are very clever, but sometimes they can
slip up and I know and will keep well away from them.
Hope this helps answer your question. Sorry it's so
late answering your question, I have been so busy
reading other peoples work. Oh well, I hope you get
to read this. Thanks again.
Jenny. xx
Kahdai | November 10, 2010 - 17:49
Yes ofcourse I mean you put in one comment medicinewoman and hedgewitch
BeKsta | November 20, 2010 - 01:42
Absolutly inspirational! I will be focusing in this area (spirituality) to try and make my poetry a bit lighter, its the only other thing that gives me strong enough emotions to draw on! But, truly, thankyou for this piece, maybe one day I will write as well as you :)
skinner_jennifer | November 21, 2010 - 16:19
Hi BeKsta,
I truely don't know what to say, I think your poetry
is personally brilliant, I would never under value
your self. When I make a comment on your work, I
mean that you have your style, what ever the subject
is about. I hope to read more of your work.
Thankyou so much for reading this piece, its much
appreciated.
Jenny.
Oldwarrior | November 24, 2010 - 23:51
A sad but enlightening poem. I am no poet, just started learning, but I do know great prose when I read it. This was VERY well done! Bravo...Keep up the great work!
skinner_jennifer | November 25, 2010 - 10:27
Hello Oldwarrior,
thankyou truely for your kind words, but I do think
you are a true poet, much better than I.
your writing is different, that is the most important
thing, you have a style all of your own.
Your words mean alot, thankyou again.
Jenny.