The other night a buddy of mine posted this image to my Facebook page wondering if it would interest me. It did. And so I wrote the following poem to accompany it.
Avantgardens. Willow effigy by Olga Ziemska.
SHE SWEPT THE LAKE
(Up Will Come)
She swept the lake
A conjured doom
She rose in haste
From threaded looms
The twisted vines
Across the stones
Did thrash and twine
As if alone
She wailed her torment –
In effigy
Sprang from the Earth
Yet not redeemed
An omen of an ancient kind
A living curse, a knotted sign
Evoked in vengeance
Shaped by awe
Of blood resent
And rootless gnawed
Some witch has woven
Of her spite
A kindred soul
To seek delight
To haunt and drive
With fearsome rage
Another down
Into her age
For up will come
That from our souls
In weaving wrong
Is all foretold
And birthing it will
Monsters mold
Of longing hot
And hatreds cold…
Wyrdwend 