The Wise Woman

The Wise Woman

They call me the wise woman of the wood,
That I hold the secrets of the ancients.
I belong to no cult or sisterhood,
I just see the forest for what it is.
Many here are jealous of what I know,
The same people who call me pagan!
Yet, they still come to me with their woes, 
Faith in their God is easily shaken!

Some Rosemary, perhaps, to chase nightmares?
Saint James Wort to ease your bruises and banes?
Chamomile to soften a headache?
A touch of Hemlock to dull a pain?

Tonight, I’ll face south at sunset, and while
The world sleeps, I’ll gather in … and smile.

(Herbs picked whilst facing south at midnight, were thought to be more potent. An interesting concept!)

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.

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