W.I.T.C.H.’S OF THE UNDERWORLD
A POEM BY SAM NORDLAND
And the witches of the wild world
Tongues licking black ink of their cats.
Crystals in my hand,
I die on and on, broom in hand and
Mascara masking my rebellion.
Leak on me, ink of the underworld,
Split my spirits like no-one else,
And when the flame has finished
Picking pockets of the poor
Let’s rebel and paint red lipstick
On the housewives at home,
Seduce the mechanisms of patriarchy
Into a long red ball gown,
12.00 midnight and the carriage
Then eat me, and I will stand like
Eyes, meanwhile, dance their hazy dance
And I swear to the Pagan gods I will
Enjoy this wild being;
Red ribbon, tie my waist and suck my soul
Inside, blue eyes baiting the heat
Of the man drunk on power.
Comb my hair, pretty one,
And pull and pull and pull the
I look like a girl, but I am not.
So while the tricks play on and on
I swim away in a broken boat,
Oars out for the sharks of the underworld.
Let me whistle away in prickly indignation
And make this psychedelic nothingness
Ours tonight –
Vulva on rough vulva and everything more .
Artwork © Anna Block