The Witches Chant

The Witches Chant

written by: Rimli Bhattacharya

@rimli76

The grisly woman
Who, me?
No the witches;

You dig?
I dig but graves –

The vulpine eyes
Who, me?
No the witches;

Your home?
That thatched roof –
The wind was wet and rain was cold;

You dig?
I dig, but graves –

I come in moonlight
Silver streaks –
Between the thicket blankets of the magic wand;

The hawkish nose
Who, me?
No the witches

I froze
The thatched roof
Withered a little
The witches blew it up –

The thatched roof
Did not shrink
The bizarre chimney pots –

The witches left
The grave was dug
I sat rocking in my armchair
That magic wand in my hand;

You dig?

I stepped in the grave
I am the witch whom Macbeth loathed;

My legs like an old spider
I covered myself in a shroud of dirt;

You dig?
Yes, I did my own grave.

The witches chant –
Dig your own sepulcher
The catacomb;

For the witches chant –
Dig your grave, the barrow of you
I am the witch whom Macbeth loathed.

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Rimli Bhattacharya

Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology, an MBA in supply chain management. Her essay on mental illness in the anthology “Book of Light”, a nonfiction genre, was published with Speaking Tiger Publications, which created a furor in literature world. She writes for Several magazines, Times of India, Engineering Journals, Blogs and is also a trained Indian Classical Dancer, genre Kathak and Odissi.
She is based out of Mumbai, India.
Rimli has been awarded a Star Blogger by team Bonobology for her essay “Running a solo Marathon”.

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