The Witch Will Rise Tonight 

I am not a witch. Not in this lifetime anyway. But I’d like to clear up the many misconceptions about what that term does and doesn’t mean. I won’t remain silent about the real truth of who these proud, strong, amazing women were and are. They were slandered, ridiculed, tortured, and shamed during a time in this world when being a woman and exhibiting wisdom, strength, independence, or any sign of natural, God/Goddess given abilities was completely unacceptable. That time is long since over, and it dang well better be, because you can’t keep a good woman down! May the witch rise tonight!

The Witch Will Rise Tonight 

by Carolyn Glackin 

Jack-o’-lanterns brightly glowing 

Candy bowls are overflowing 

Decorations of orange and black

The season of the witch is back 

Little children dressed up sweetly 

Hoping to fill goodie bags completely 

Crunchy leaves, crisp cool air

Owls hooting here and there

She’s at home, watching, waiting 

As neighbors start their celebrating 

She’s waited patiently all year long

For All Hollows’ Eve to come along

With the veil between 

Living and dead now thin

The Samhain festivities soon begin

In her mind, she hears them calling 

And in her bones, she feels them crawling 

Ancient sisters from the past

Who had their lives 

Snuffed out too fast 

You see, a witch is not an evil creature 

She’s a wise one, a guardian, and a teacher 

She holds within her primordial knowledge 

The likes of which you won’t learn in college 

She knows the ways of the earth, you see

It’s past, it’s present, it’s destiny 

She knows the importance of every season 

And for all that grows, there is a reason 

She’s a priestess of nature 

A diviner of fate 

A guardian of time 

Who stands at the gate

The gate beyond which 

The spirit world dwells

Not quite in heaven 

But neither in hell 

And this is the night

When that gate opens wide

And sisters of old 

Will walk at her side 

They’ll tell the old stories 

And pass on all they learned 

The knowledge for which 

They were sentenced to burn

Now surely you’ve learned of 

The witch hunts in school

I’m sure you heard tell of

Those bigoted fools

With pitchforks and torches

And slanderous lies

That led to many a good woman’s  demise

For in those dark ages

Women could not show power 

They had to be gentle and fair, like a flower 

They were meant to be quiet, docile and tame

Well pardon my French, but that’s pretty damn lame! 

Those labeled as witches refused to bow down as indentured servants to misogynist clowns

They stood strong in their power 

They lay claim to their rights

They walked their own paths, staying true to the light

Honoring Mother Nature 

Respecting the earth 

They were proud, they were wise

They knew their worth 

They honored the goddess 

The great divine mother

They honored the masculine 

For they balanced each other

They were healers and sages

They were mothers and friends

They were courageous way showers 

Right up ’til the end

Not a one was a devil, or a doer of evil

But these truths were all buried 

During dark times of upheaval 

But now is the time

When all truths come to light 

Hail to our sisters! 

May the witch rise tonight!

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Image source: Google.


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