Severity – A Pantoum

It was a lean time, which made us more severe
Robed in blacks and grays, against sharp, icicle air
We came to the street, where our eyes, and our hands met
Near the courts, where the girls were, cold iron on skin

Robed in blacks and grays, against sharp, icicle air
We rendered a judgement, for the best, for every one of us
Near the courts, where the girls were, cold iron on skin
Witches we named them, then turned our backs, praying

We rendered a judgement, for the best, for every one of us
The heat of the fires, chased the chill, slushing snow
Witches we named them, then turned our backs, praying
It was a lean time, which made us more severe

-Jeff Jenkins
“For all my witchy friends…”
Witch Hunt by Rush. http://shz.am/t400278

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About scribblerjeff

wordswurdswirds is the first-time ever blog on words, language, and the culture they invoke, through the eyes, mind, and keyboard of Jeff Jenkins. Jeff is a Christian/outlaw, husband, father, reader, writer, theologian, philosopher, and pre-apocalyptic, pop-culture prophet of the new media, which is the same as the old media. There is nothing new under the Sun. When I am not writing this blog, I am selling commercial janitorial services, though in my mind, I am already at the California Coast with my family and friends. Word! View all posts by scribblerjeff

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