This is a poem that can be read as is, then start from the last word and read backwards. I never named it, but I wrote it. Hope you enjoy. Even better, I hope it takes you to a different time and place.
Rain falling softly, smoldering ashes Melting skin. Screaming, writhing, burned and tortured witch.
Loudly crackling bonfire
Hurt, bruised, stripped and beaten~ Pain from screaming girl, Broken legs and arms.
Hysterically crying sisters and Mother.
Fire on stake, “Burn, witch, burn!” shouting crowd Briskly walking people
Disbelieving, wide eyes, tightly bound wrists, brutally seized arms.
Trial? No! Confession forced. Inquisitioners – Merciless and unfair.
-Written by: Angela Gale Davenport on May 14, 2008 copyright 2011