A Pendle WitchA Poem by Lou MarxBased of the Pendle Witches from Lancaster's rich history - it develops from the last moment of a convicted young woman who would have been accused with the crime of witchcraft.Silently waiting, Her head dropped low Avoiding the hateful gazes and vicious sneers. Like animals they were. The shackles clamped, pinching pale skin, As the clashing of wood and creaking of rope echoed as Calloused hands yanking her forward To her fate, like the other unfortunate. Who was dropped and discarded Like waste on the streets left to rot. As a Man of God read her ‘crimes’ Biting her tongue at his righteous words. Where is God when she needs him so? Was she disregarded his loving eye? No need for praying, no need for tears, She has no place in a Heavenly paradise. The fibres wound tight, clinging to her neck as Her heart beat violently inside her chest, Taking her last breathe, Savouring As heavy boots stomped behind, each step, a countdown to her final moments left awake. A creak, then a snap. She sung softly on the rack, There was silence then there was cheer, for what? Another young girl, she wept, as eyes all turned to her. © 2015 Lou MarxAuthor's Note
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