Today, we're listening to the seasonally appropriate "Season of the Witch," by Vanilla Fudge. I'd have preferred the Richard Thompson cover but, alas, it was unavailable from YouTube.
And what would I like in return? I'd like for you to write me a short poem -- your choice of style -- on the topic of (what else?) -- the season of the witch. Write well, and enjoy the music.
I'll be writing today as well. Yes, it's true. I've found my long-lost fire and will be holed up today with the manuscript which needs to get the hell off my desk and onto someone else's. The long quested for fire may be weak and fleeting, so I must strike while the iron is hot -- as the old saying goes.
Have a wonderful Saturday, kids!
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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The Season of the Witch,
The retribution of history isn't it a bitch?
That the persecuted are celebrated, the persecutors in hell,
For their having drowned innocent girls,
In things like a well.
how appropriate! hadn't heard this in awhile actually. Thanks Serena
This song was originally written by Donovan and I think I liked his version the best.:)
tc
Wow,..I just wrote this a few days ago in celebration of the season.
Cambraic shirts,and Harvest moons.
Acorns,Pine cones,and Celtic Runes.
Pagan days filled with desire.
Earth and air,..comes wind and fire.
Hooded Druids gather then.
Oil lamps,in wooded Glen.
To gaze upon the Southern skye.
To eat and breathe,and live,and die...
Thanx for the tune! :)
Nice, Sling.
Charles and Sling, you two are in spectacular good form today. Are you both okay with my posting your poems on the poetry blog at some point? Because I have to say, they're both incredibly good. Just -- wow!
I'm glad you enjoyed the song, Rick. I hadn't heard it in a long time, either. Sounded pretty good, didn't it?
I remember the Donovan version well, TC. In fact, I had to make a choice between the Donovan video and this one. I decided to go with this one because of the theatrics.
basil
garlic
ginger
seasonings of the witch
/t.
No problem, its out there, I didn't put it on mine, I put it on yours.
Anything I put on your blog, you have my permission to put where ever you would like, we're friends here, I don't think you're out to steal from me or anything.
Oooo, /t., thank you, sir, for those seasonings. That sounded yummy.:)
Thanks, Charles. I appreciate your confidence. Of course, everything by you guys that's posted on the poetry blog is credited to its author.:)
I agree with Charles..
It would please me for you to post my stuff on your poetry blog. :)
I have no hitch
To be a witch
To be the clergy
Will give me allergy
And I do not like Itch.
O the Life of a witch
To go flying over any ditch
Riding on a broom
Vroom Vroom Vroom
I'd love to watch her as I eat my sandwich
Thanks, Sling. I appreciate it.
Mona, thanks for another great poem!
A witch next door is such a trouble, dear;
Her friends in pointy hats wand'ring round here
On Halloween are such a raunchy group--
Last year they put my kitty in their soup!
I worry 'bout what they will do this year.
The moon is much too round, the sky too clear;
'Tis fear that makes me tremble 'neath this bed!
See the flick'ring shadows overhead?
That's their creepy sacrificial blaze.
One year, I woke up, mind in such a daze--
Where had I been? My memory was poor.
I don't remember seeing by my door
That bloody mess: the knife, the cloth, the hair.
No, I don't like this living by her lair.
Greeny, what a wonderful poem! Thank you!!
Good for you with the writing!
Thank you, Camille. I buckled down, worked straight through, got it done, and then -- missed the freakin' deadline. Grrrr!
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