Wise Wife of Keith
A poem of history
Raising the winds, she chants aloud bold
her dress be wet, knowing secrets untold
Wise Wife of Keith, miraculous an' strange
But was she wise, or was she deranged
"I knock this rag upon this stane,
to raise the wind in the devil's name,
It shall not lie till I please again."
Her curse be true, direct was her aim
Once before the witch sang this song
The waves had taken Lady Jane now gone
Contrary winds on the sails did blow
Once on land, the Queen's secrets she'd know
King James the Royal Fool blamed
Witches of North Brunswick, shackled in chains
There the witch be, who denied all he claimed
Agnes Sampson, the accused, was her name
Denying the charges of witchcraft till the end
The Devils Mark found, shed still not bend
An' finally, poor Agnes to end her pain
recited secrets where the king and Queen lay
Given gold an' toad in a cellar from He
instructed to bring harm to the king and Queen
Sentenced to death, Agnes did not plea
But that was not the end of Wise Wife of Keith
Within the walls of Holyrood House
Screams of Agnes will bring you to rouse
Arms outstretched, she limps towards thee
begging, pleading to escape her misery
About the Creator
Haley Morgan
Welcome to my page! I'm a passionate writer with a deep love for fine art, history, and literature - especially in the realms of poetry and dark fantasy. I hope to illustrate and publish one day!
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Comments (1)
I like your poem.