Poems about witchcraft unravel the mystique and magic surrounding this ancient practice. They explore the duality of witches, often portrayed as both feared and revered figures throughout history.
These verses delve into the esoteric knowledge, herbal remedies, and spiritual connection that defines witchcraft. Poems about witchcraft may also challenge the negative stereotypes and persecution witches have endured, portraying them as wise and powerful individuals connected to nature and the unseen realms.
These verses celebrate the strength and wisdom of those who embrace the path of the witch and the mysteries that lie beyond our conventional understanding of reality.
One of the classics of Scottish literature, ‘Tam O’Shanter’ is a poem whose influence has spread beyond the borders of Scotland. A tale of drunken misadventure mixed with faux gothic and comedy horror, this poem somehow manages to transcend the mix of styles and tell a tale that has stood the test of time.
When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
‘Half Hanged Mary’ by Atwood narrates her ancestor Mary Webster’s survival from a witch trial hanging, highlighting her resilience.
Rumour was loose in the air
hunting for some neck to land on.
I was milking the cow,
the barn door open to the sunset
‘The Hag’ by Robert Herrick is short poem that imagines with haunting detail a witch’s emergence into the night.
The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
‘A Rhyme for Halloween’ by Maurice Kilwein Guevara captures the macabre side of the fun Halloween holiday.
Tonight I light the candles of my eyes in the lee
And swing down this branch full of red leaves.
Yellow moon, skull and spine of the hare,
Arrow me to town on the neck of the air.
A farmer’s eerie encounter with a warlock-hireling during Lammas harvest unfolds in Ian Duhig’s award-winning ‘The Lammas Hireling’.
After the fair, I’d still a light heart
and a heavy purse, he struck so cheap.
And cattle doted on him: in his time
mine only dropped heifers, fat as cream.
‘La Belle Dame sans Merci’ by John Keats is an intriguing narrative that explores death, decay, and love with a supernatural aura.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
‘Her Kind’ by Anne Sexton celebrates brave women who value freedom and fearlessly break away from patriarchal norms.
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.