Absolute authenticity
\nIt painstakingly creates
\nA really honest feeling
\nThrough candlelight one waits
\nFor daylight to relieve the pulse
\nOf the Natural world out there
\nThat releases all its energy
\nFor everyone to share<\/p>\n
The darkness though is prevalent
\nIn a household where we see
\nAn obedience to the living church
\nAnd it’s testimony
\nA reverence and conformity
\nA devoutness through and through
\nTheir Puritanism background
\nMakes them devotee’s too<\/p>\n
Banished from their plantation
\nFrom the rigors of it all
\nWith his wife and his 5 children
\nHe answers another’s call<\/p>\n
And the ride into the sunset
\nTill they find a hamlet where
\nThey can all bed down and make a life
\nAnd prove that since they care<\/p>\n
Life will be acceptable
\nThey can grow their own
\nThey can hunt and fish and work
\nTheir pasture can be sown<\/p>\n
The percussive music
\nleads the mind to feel
\nIt conjures up that darkness
\nthat is altogether real
\nThe forest on the outskirts of their farm it’s there
\nWe see
\nHopefully life will improve
\nBecause it has to be<\/p>\n
Better than the plantation
\nWith their faith and working out
\nReally they were mindful
\nAnd not in any doubt<\/p>\n
The crops they planted failed them though
\nA bolt in their armoury
\nSo trapping seemed to be the thing
\nNext to hunting of the free<\/p>\n
To the eating of fruits and berries
\nBut in fact it all was sparse
\nAnd they also lost their infant
\nIn a die that had been cast<\/p>\n
It seemed a wolf had taken her
\nWhich went against the grain
\nFor such a pious family
\nHow could their fortunes wane<\/p>\n
If God was really up there
\nIt clearly should be so
\nThat they were doing what that could
\nAnd were always in the flow<\/p>\n
But wane they did and their avid thoughts
\nSuch separatism seemed
\nTo be drawn in negativity
\nWhich couldn’t be redeemed<\/p>\n
The crops were non existent
\nThe traps they laid were too
\nHunting was a disaster
\nWhat really could they do<\/p>\n
Their prayers not being answered
\nAnd the family under fire
\nAnd the children picked off one by one
\nIn circumstances dire<\/p>\n
Caleb clearly tempted
\nby the sexual overtures
\nOf the female body
\nand it’s partial lures
\nSuccumbing to the ladies
\nof the forest so to say
\nFound their path and followed it
\nand died where he did lay<\/p>\n
Some irreverence was surfacing
\nFrom out of the austere
\nThe sacred solemn sacrosanct
\nThat spread its share of fear
\nWas there justification
\nFor the religious trails
\nThe children drew on witchy tales
\nCausing a breakaway
\nThere wasn’t enough Balance
\nSo everyone did pay<\/p>\n
Being mindful didn’t resonate
\nIt was down to God for he
\nAnd only he could help them
\nOut of their adversity
\nEternal peace their constant hope
\nBut it was not to be<\/p>\n
Caleb had been lured away
\nTo the spirit of the night
\non buxom breasts the child’s cheek rests
\nUnder the pale moonlight<\/p>\n
Bewitched perhaps bedazzled
\nLost and gone for sure
\nThe father than did build his cell
\nNailed up without a door<\/p>\n
To stay a night with the goat ones
\nAnd the twins and Thomasin
\nWho the twins had said was a wild witch
\nwith the meaning wearing thin<\/p>\n
In the morning the wooden cells<\/p>\n
Was ruptured and broken through
\nAnd the Black goat charged out
\nAngrily
\nTheir father black and blue<\/p>\n
Took the horns into his chest
\nAnd again till he did fall
\nAnd all the logs he had chopped up
\nFell on him one and all<\/p>\n
The mother she came after Thomasin
\nAbout to slay
\nStrange
\nLy this poor winsome lass
\nWho managed to stay <\/p>\n
Alive in all the mayhem
\nFor the family now were gone
\nAnd only Thomason survived
\nReally to underpin<\/p>\n
The family and we watched her
\nOn her naked jaunt
\nwalking towards a coven
\nOf ladies who Could haunt<\/p>\n
And the fiery embers
\nproduced this hoary tale<\/p>\n
With direction from a genius
\nAnd the casting of a trail
\nAround this darkly novel
\nWhere the story just could sail<\/p>\n
Robert Eggers wrapped it nicely
\nAs everyone felt cursed<\/p>\n
It was a valid story
\nit’s memory will stay
\nIn the cloisters and in the turrets
\nWhere ghosts and
\nWitches play<\/p>\n
Malevolent behaviour
\nWith antipathy in tow
\nWith disfavour and Disaffection
\nAnd how it all does grow<\/p>\n
A lack of understanding
\nThe perusing of sin
\nThe odious and unlovable
\nBelief that cannot win<\/p>\n
Such a closeness to The period
\nAnd played out as a whole
\ncobbled together and dishonour
\nOf every single soul<\/p>\n
The film needs watching
\nOnce or twice
\nTo pick out the enmity
\nThe belligerence of each moment
\nAnd how each casualty<\/p>\n
Rises up and signifies
\nThe story and the pain
\nOf being far from balanced
\nAnd a little more insane<\/p>\n
Thrown in for certain measure
\nIn a fantasy and wealth
\nIn a prism of derision
\nAnd a goodly amount of stealth<\/p>\n
Between the poem one and two
\nA dream was had by me
\nReturning home I slept awhile
\nBut something I did see
\nWere blisters on my inner thigh
\nNo reason to be there
\nAnd this morning they were bruises
\nThat I am able to share<\/p>\n
The night was full of darkness
\nIn my bed the blood did flow
\nMy hands were dripping wet with it
\nReality made me go
\nThree times to the bathroom
\nTo wash away it all
\nTo see the cuts I saw them
\nImaginations call<\/p>\n
Was it the vvitch that created this
\nWithin my mind and thought
\nThe obscenity of celluloid
\nHad mindfulness then sought
\nA blood letting a sharing
\nI am not about to say
\nHow the sub conscious mind retaliates
\nOn any given day<\/p>\n
Folk tales may have inspired the film
\nBut the witch me thinks lost much
\nFrom the total lack of understanding
\nAnd, therefore as such
\nCould feel the pangs of fable
\nCould feel misjudged and sad
\nFor there is much positivity
\nThat I wanted to add<\/p>\n
She is cast as some horrendous beast
\nWhen in point of fact she be
\nAn honourable and beautiful
\nNatural entity
\nCuriously calming
\nBeautifully endowed
\nI can’t abide the ugliness
\nWhereby she be deflowered<\/p>\n
She is a healing women
\nA wizard of the soul
\nShe is passionate with naturalness
\nThat overcomes her role
\nHer wisdom fortune ancient
\nIs thrilling and alive
\nShe should never be put down dear friends
\nShe must be seen to survive<\/p>\n
She truly is no vampire
\nno sinful crone not least
\nTo me she is an angel
\nWho cares for man and beast<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Absolute authenticity It painstakingly creates A really honest feeling Through candlelight one waits For daylight to relieve the pulse Of the Natural world out there That releases all its energy For everyone to share The darkness though is prevalent In … Continue reading