Tuesday, October 30, 2012

No Escape!

The theme is Halloween; I chose Witches


How terrible to be a witch
In the days of the ducking stool!
Say something out-of-line
And a swift death was the rule.
When one was strapped in the ducking-stool
It was only a matter of time
Before one died a dreadful  death,
Whatever was the crime.
The stool was held out over water
And the witch was dunked right in.
If she died that was certain proof
That she'd committed a sin.
But, if she lived, it was equal proof
That witchcraft had saved the day,
So the 'witch' was taken and burnt at the stake
In a truly horrible way!
'The good old days' ? I think not.
Nowadays were much more free
And you can cast your witchy spells
With equanimity.

                                          Newcastle; NSW


Sailing into my home port after a week on the ocean,
I felt an unexpected joy that was sentimental emotion.
Newcastle isn't fashionable, it's full of industry,
And it's really quite peculiar that it means so much to me.
Growing-up in English prettiness, then living in London Town,
With a stint in glorious Cape Town, truly South Africa's crown,
A middle-sized city Down Under, designed for hard work and trade,
Surely can't compete with Sydney, which wins every accolade!
But sailing into the harbour, I rejoiced in the pleasant views,
And, most of all, in the blues and blues and blues and blues and blues.


Nearly all my pee-esses seem to involve food! Yesterday a group of us met to celebrate The Fifth Monday. I have instigated this, being President of the Probus. We normally do things on Mondays, but a few times a year there's a left-over Monday, a fifth one in the month, so I thought we could meet for lunch that day. We went to The Burwood Inn on this occasion and we enjoyed the fod and the company.


Jinksy said...

I think I have an occasional touch of witchery about me...

Margaret said...

No Escape indeed!

Ella said...

How dreadful...
You truly captured the historical side...I mean herstorical side of witchery~

Susan said...

I'm overwhelmed with three offerings, all very good and very different. The first is the truth as I know it about the ducking stool. I wish it were true about equanimity now. But I liked it and was moved until I met blues and blues and blues . . .then I fell into a major musical enchantment and did not wake until the next fifth Monday!

Daydreamertoo said...

Yes, back then it was a no win situation, damned if if you lived and if you lived you died... lol

jabblog said...

No true justice for the wise women - a terrible fate, either way.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Well, a witch couldnt win , either way, in your first poem. I hadnt hard of the ducking stool. Interesting. Love your poem about coming home.....especially the blues and blues and blues.......

Susie Clevenger said...

what an awful fate...I do fly my broom at times. :)

Kay L. Davies said...

I remember tales of the dunking stool. Horrible things were done to "criminals" in times past.
However, many of them were sent to Australia, so there would be cities there when you arrived, Brenda. At least, that's what the history books say.

Helen said...

Halloween witches have always been my favorite costumes ... maybe I am really a witch? Nicely done!!!

Teresa said...

I must admit I'm glad witches have a better chance of not being dunked or burned these days.

Carrie Van Horn said...

That certainly was an ignorant and unkind time wasn't it?....Great post for the prompt! :-)