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Enchantress

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In the low country,
they call me a vagrant,
a vagabond, a witch
(but only on Sundays
when the preacher is
listening).

The rest of the
week, they bring
me their scaly scalps,
their broken hearts,
their dreams dying
in the tobacco sheds
and packing plants,

begging me and my herbs,
my bowl and pestle, my
intricate enchantments
to grant the wishes
their prayers have
failed to satisfy.

So, come to me
when the moon
rides high and your
hopes are dim, and
I will show you why
they call me

a queen.
A collaboration with the multi-talented :iconscarlettletters:.

To see the original Conjure Woman that inspired the poem, go here.

Thanks, Brendan! :heart:
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katarthis's avatar
So many collaborations...

While I like this poem very much for some subject matter dear to my heart, the last word doesn't satisfy me for some reason. I suppose as I read through it the last three lines aren't coming as I'd like, or perhaps I don't know the spacing they ought to have. It is just me I suppose, but maybe it is only that the first stanza strikes my heart so well. What things we've lost over time... this woman was beautiful. :)

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