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
1 Comments:
clever poem
very creative
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