Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Hag

THE HAG

The hag is astride
This night for to ride,
The devil and she together;
Through thick and through thin,
Now out and then in,
Though ne'er so foul be the weather.

A thorn or a burr
She takes for a spur,
With a lash of a bramble she rides now;
Through brakes and through briars,
O'er ditches and mires,
She follows the spirit that guides now.

No beast for his food
Dare now range the wood,
But hush'd in his lair he lies lurking;
While mischiefs, by these,
On land and on seas,
At noon of night are a-working.

The storm will arise
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Call'd out by the clap of the thunder.

~ Robert Herrick ~


Blessings nine!

2 comments:

  1. Great poem for this time of year!

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  2. Congratulations to the winner of my Witch's Hat. Send me your snail mail address and I will post it so that you have it for Hallowooooonie. Linda, The Olde Bagg

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