Woodsman And The Medicine Woman.

My sweetheart lady said to me,

whispering light as a wrath's sigh;

“come my love.” She took my hand,

gazing about...cheeks pale under full

moonlight.

 

“Let's meander through shelter of

overhanging trees, that flutter their

overhead leaves, while venturing

under stars that haven't been named.

 

As we approached the old oak, she

declared: “come feel the baby inside

me.”

 

I waited in expectancy, feeling

nought – but then suddenly!

Movement was scarcely a ripple,

slight wave though was blissful.

 

We sat beneath great oak tree,

told moon and 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 the stars,

said: “earth, air, fire and water...

give to us a healthy daughter, if

cannot be done, please instead

send fit, strong son.”

 

Arising from the loamy ground,

from between trees there came a

rustling sound; “What's that noise?”

my love said to me.

 

“I don't know! For it's too dark to see,”

was my reply bleakly.

 

We turned and started to walk fast,

watching for anything that should

pass; each twig that snapped – 

we gasped! “What was that?”

 

Suddenly we stood stunned, heard

from out of darkness two shots from

a gun. I felt something hit me hard in

the chest: falling backwards I cried out

for Celest.

 

There was no reply – my head started

spinning, figure stood over us, his

face with anger revealing. “Witch,

Warlock hated by some, die in hell

you abominable ones.”

 

These words I didn't understand,

just wanted Celest and I to be as

one, with baby daughter...or our son.

 

Protesting I uttered: “What is it about

her you detest? This is my lady, her

name's Celest, she's pregnant with

child, we had been blessed.”

 

That's when he turned sternly and

said to me: “she casts spells and is

crazy – think I've just saved that baby.”

 

I was mad beyond words at what he'd

said, she was good and kind, but now

she's dead. I tried to get up, but could

not move – shouting was all that was

conveyed, but very soon even that's

taken away.

 

The rain of autumn sent chill to the

air, memory lingers beneath old oak

tree. Two spirits venture under stars

not named, bodies entiwined, as they

left wood behind.

 

 

Image is pixabay free to use.

 

 

This is a rewrite of an old poem

I wrote some years ago.