The Witches

When we were cursed we versed ourselves in the tidals
When we were bound we found ropes reached the sky
When we were racked we hooked our hands on the mountains
When we were burned we learned that life is as flame
and when they said we were dead,
we bled into the rain that feeds us all and called ourselves the future
seeking farther, farther, and we were born
again again again…

by Robin Skelton