Waves, Her raging stallions Rising, crashing, on our shore; Out there squalling, dancing; The Sea Witch at our door Her eye is fixed, Her path is steady, And her hand will not be stayed: The wind it is her gauntlet, Her standard, “Heaven’s Maid” While mighty men, now fodder, Scramble from her path The Sea Witch, she comes calling, And bears Posiedon’s wrath Far off watchers bow their heads To whisper silent prayers of thanks, That they dwell far and distant, From the landing of her ranks The dolphin, they have scrambled; Abandoning their play, For every creature flees, The Sea Witch on her way Wrapped in Fury, cloaked in Wind; Mocking man with all his error, The Sea Witch marches onward, Commanding hosts of squalling terror No army can bar her passing No ship withstand her might, The Sea Witch she comes howling, As surely as the night Lift thine eyes to heaven; Pray for them she’ll scatter, For where they dwelt in safety Shall now be naught but tatters And fools will find no mercy Who dare to face her wrath, They’ll die like sheep at slaughter Who mock Her furied path Waves, Her raging stallions Rising, crashing, on our shore; Out there squalling, dancing; The Sea Witch at our door Her eye is fixed, Her path is steady, And her hand will not be stayed: The wind it is her gauntlet, Her standard, “Heaven’s Maid”!
©2005, Kathleen MacLintock
Note: “The Sea Witch Comes A’Calling” was written in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina as one month later, from the Gulf Coast of Florida, I watched the magnificant waves of Hurricane Rita pass by as she approached the Texas/Louisiana Border.
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Art ©Stephanie Pui-Mun Law. Stephanie’s Gallery
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