Her Kind
by Anne Sexton
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.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Her Kind by Anne Sexton, via http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171268
Halloween Parties kindly hosted by Vanessa Valencia of www.afancifultwist.com, click on the website link to see her own party in full swing
My outfit (Leopard Witch): Nicole Farhi black dress; Hobbs shoes; lace veil from my granny Kiki.
I'm also proud to
be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the glamorous Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the
website link to see her outfit and those of many others.
This post was idly hatched while listening to Into The Labyrinth by Dead Can Dance