How to burn a woman - by
You will not need kindling.
I think I’ll go up quick
as summer timber, my anger
big and dry as a plantation
that dreams of being paper:
witches
From Macbeth - by
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
/ The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
/ I have thee…
Corp-criadhach - by
Cha dèan mi corp-criadhach dhut
/ cha nochd do chruth na mo dhàin
/ cha chuir mallachd mar a chuir
/ …
Round about the cauldron go - by
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
The Witches - by
The witches knew the truth – / smelling my wickedness / with huge hooked noses.
Wolf Shadow - by
They say my great-grandmother
/ The witch Sultana Urošević
/ Had a she-wolf’s shadow
/
/ By moonlight she never
/ Went out of doors
/
/ So no one should tread…