There were warm days, no doubt,
but I can only imagine the cold.
Stripped, scarecrow trees. Green leaves.
A stark memory none could remember.
Barren as puritan souls
feeding like ravens on carrion fear.
Did fear prompt those children’s taunts?
No doubt it was something more.
Remember the smell of importance
mixing with wet leaves.
Warm attention on a cold night.
They traded a soul for fifteen minutes of fame.
He preached soul's salvation—
Rev. Parris—vendor of fear and failure.
Happily made his fire with tinder of doubt
while the congregation remembered the cries
of teenagers, cries that frightened away
whatever reason remained in the cold winter.
Sarah stormed into that cold on Sacrament Sunday.
Her sister, Rebecca, kindest soul, accused.
They feared the devil himself. Sarah’s rebuke
gripped the village and no doubt they would
remember her outrage and finger her next.
Truth now brittle as December leaves.
The spectral evidence leaves little doubt
Sarah, Mary, and Rebecca chained in a cold
prison cell, a rope waiting for any who doubt
the teen’s fear, shrinking from specters
who pinched and strangled their souls.
None could remember a time before witches.
Sarah remembered years after the hanging
and cried for justice, to leave a mark on history
like the marks on the cold necks of 19 women.
Three sovereigns the judgment of the puritan souls
whose hysteria and fear, fed by the words
of young girls, who, other times, they would surely doubt.
Before leaving the story of fear
the poet remembered today’s puritan souls
who never doubt the other’s sin.
A lovely poem and great narrative.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteTeenagers? I though the witch trials went after old women. Read and learn, I guess.
I don't know of any Salem witches in my Family tree, but supposedly, Provided Southwick is one of my ancestors. John Greenleaf Whittier's rather bad poem CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK is about her. Cassandra was her mother's name. Not sure why he made the switch.
She was to be sold into slavery to pay the family's fines - for being Quakers in a Puritan colony. Evidently, the poem is pretty accurate
Anyway - those were tough, tough times.
Cheers!
JzB
The teenagers were the accusers.... according to the history I consulted....
ReplyDeleteAhhhh. Now I understand.
ReplyDeleteThanx,
JzB