Monday, August 15, 2005

Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga
waiting in her
chicken leg house
with bones as
pickets with skulls atop
deep in the forest
awaiting her next
victim

Baba Yaga
traveling in
her mortar chariot
guided by the
pestle oar
clearing the path
with a broom
of human hair

Baba Yaga
controls the
night and day
the rising sun
and the stars
in the sky

Baba Yaga
set me my task
cleaning the house
laundering clothes
sorting the seeds
from the dirt

Baba Yaga
wicked witch
or wise old
crone
ancient goddess
of birth
and death

© Megan Warren 15/8/2004

2 Comments:

At 11:48 PM, Blogger Baba Yaga said...

You want a task eh!
Make me a gown, brush my hair and make me beautiful. There is company coming.

 
At 11:49 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

clever poem

very creative

 

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