Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

No Sound… #Poetry

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Her black charcoal heart
Thirst for life taken by accusation
Witch! They cried, needles pierce her skin
Pain sears her mind.
Cold river ducking
to cries of Burn the Witch!
The pyre built; her body tied
Flames grow higher, her soul has fled
Her body burns. They hear no screams
Disappointment spreads
Great clap of thunder silenced all standing
Rain puts out the fire,
in ash she stands in perfect form,
hands clasped in prayer
Put all watching to shame
Handfuls of ash carried home
Buried by the doorstep
Let no evil finger point this way…

© anita dawes 2020

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  1. judeitakali Avatar
    judeitakali

    Gorgeously eerie. I’d so love to write with Anita. A Collab?

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar
      jenanita01

      Are you serious? Anita has never written with anyone before, so not sure how it would work, or what to do…

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      1. judeitakali Avatar
        judeitakali

        It’s alright. Maybe it’s not her thing.

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        1. jenanita01 Avatar
          jenanita01

          To be honest, we wouldn’t know how to go about it, but Anita was honoured by your offer, Jude…

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          1. judeitakali Avatar
            judeitakali

            😊 It’s usually over email correspondence, but yeah, I understand.🙏🏾

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  2. unholypursuit Avatar
    unholypursuit

    I think you are referring to Joan of Arc.

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