For Day 15 NaPoWriMo the Prompt is: “writing a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil).” I’m combining with Sarah of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie ‘s Saturday Mix Prompt on Triquains.
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Triquain Chain
A string of 2 to 4 Triquains, a space between each triquain.
2 stanzas – 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3
3 stanzas – 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3
4 stanzas – 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3
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She’s a witch,
She burns and she twitches.
Fire glows, sparks raise, burn high into morn.
She doesn’t feel, because she’s real; she burns all day.
Clergy stoke fire, she doesn’t expire;
The rabble wish her pain —
She’s a witch.
But not finished her time,
For real spell-casters can’t be murdered.
They drowned her, she floated; they hung her, her neck snapped.
Then, when they untied her, she laughed;
Her neck clicked in place, her spine healed fast.
She’s a witch.
*****
She burns fields.
She’s not kind, far too real.
She misled children, gave everyone pox.
It wasn’t her plan, to be mean and vile –to kill;
But those ‘Holier-Than-Thou’ tortured —
Dismembered her family —
Powerless.
They untouched with dark arts.
And all those woman not real villains,
Masked in their veins wasn’t witchcraft or evil brews.
Perhaps, they were too pretty, too —
Wealthy; had much power.
Then, she flipped.
***
She’s truly —
A witch; they made her one.
They buried her alive, let her sink,
Chocking in the putrid river with their repulsive waste.
She’s seen the flesh on innocents burn crisp;
The crackle of their hair.
Tied as she,
On a pier, with hellfire;
To destroy her vengeance, her wrathful ways.
She’s evil, sins with peasants, priests, their hateful hearts.
Cursing their Lords, besieging her home;
Survives fire, lives to smite,
Twisted witch.
****
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