We are the granddaughters and great-granddaughters of the witches you could not burn as well as some of those whom you did.
We did not have the teachers to show us the way.
We did not have the time 'round their hearth to know.
Some of them hid in the shadows of new faith to protect their families from the oils, stakes and gallows.
Some of us were able to hear their tales and learn their ways.
Many of us, we're just learning from our blood, Begging us to remember who we are.
Begging us to go back to the Earth, go back to the hearth, go back to our cauldrons and herbs.
We are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn.
We will take this Earth into a new space and heal her with our blood, our tears, our joys, our laughter, our pains.
We will stand strongly with our partners, families, children and sisters and make this change like a hurricane of new.
We are the granddaughters and great-granddaughters of the witches you could not burn, and the ones you did.
Like the phoenix we rise for them, wings spread out to encompass the great ALL.
As they meant it to be for us, so will it be.
We will not be staked this time. We will rise, we will heal, we will be that which is most greatly feared.
Self-governing mothers nurturing this world in one way or another, childless or many babes, it matters not.
For we have been greatly underestimated as has our blood.
We are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn, their spirits live wildly within us.
©Cari-Lee Miller, Recipe for Anarchy-November 2014