Her
Kind
by Anne
Sexton
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I have
gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting
the black air, braver at night;
dreaming
evil, I have done my hitch
over the
plain houses, light by light:
lonely
thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman
like that is not a woman, quite.
I have
been her kind.
I have
found the warm caves in the woods,
filled
them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets,
silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the
suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining,
rearranging the disaligned.
A woman
like that is misunderstood.
I have
been her kind.
I have
ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my
nude arms at villages going by,
learning
the last bright routes, survivor
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.
The
Outfit:
Black dress: Nicole Farhi warehouse sale
Black spanish lace: passed down from late granny Kiki
Black suede court shoes:
bought many years ago from Hobbs
Isis pendant: from a car boot sale
The
Soundtrack
Dead Will Dance: Into The Labyrinth
All photographs
taken of myself and my beautiful Mum by Mr Eve, using my little digital
camera.
As I've been too busy to take outfit photos or blog this week, I thought I'd share some photographs, for those of you who haven't seen them before, from a post first published last year at my other blog Idle Bakes in celebration of Halloween. I've always wondered, why only show a witchy post in the autumn? After all, "witches" lived all year long. No doubt if I had been born in the 1500s I could've been called a witch, as so many unconventional women such as ourselves were in those days, and burned at the stake for no good reason. Witches were nothing like the modern stereotype of cruel carbuncled hags, they were ordinary people, young and old, who were scapegoated for not "fitting in" or for being poor, and blamed for everything from the bad crops to a death in the village.
I'd like to think that those days have passed, but the present conservative government's victimisation of the disabled and the most vulnerable in our society shows a remarkable similarity to the witch hunts of the burning times: nowadays people are left to die through extreme poverty and neglect instead of being burned alive.
I'm delighted to
be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the
website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
