Burning Times

Hope you don't get burned at the stake for this one lol yes I do understand why this was written I've never seen anyone write a poem about this subject matter, shows me you are thinking I 'm not going to touch this one as I tore the one you are working on to shreds I'll be nice this time good subject matter Chrys

To begin with, I enjoyed this poem. I found the theme to be one you hold close, and for that reason it shines through. Your poem put me in the place of a traveller, wandering through a town where this was happening. Just seeing things from neither side, but from a third, unrelated, party's point of view. And seeing it this way shows people (coughChristianscough) hunting down people who they find as different, just to display their divine rights of justice (from their POV). As an outsider, I am appalled and can't believe what I'm seeing. A group of people who claim love, and claim to seek salvation for all...sending people to hell through their acts of hatred. To me, the beginning was stronger than the ending (I find that when I critique my own poems as well, haha). The first verse is perfect, in my opinion. The third and fourth verses are solid, as well. They might use a little fine tuning, but I can't place it. They are strong though, and may need no work. The second verse has good word choice, but the flow in lines 3 and 4 is a little rough (again, my opinion). I think line 3 needs a syllable between "they" and "hunted"...I 'm just not sure what. And line 4...hmmm, a syllable lost wouldn't hurt. Maybe the word "made" as removing that would not change the meaning. Verse 5 I was going to say needed some work structurally but the more I read it, the stronger it gets. Thank you for sharing this poem. I look forward to reading more from you. Bobby

I loved this .So very true the things that were done to those who were dealt such tragedy over ignorance and fear.wherever they are now ,I'm sure they are not treated so. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.

you had me from the first line.. My dad was born in Salem.. I've only been there once.. Sad that the killing of innocent people is forgotten by the majority.. but it always has been. The victorious write the stories.. and the rest... enjoyed this poem of yours... Richard

and the evil things they were hunting lived in minds of solid bone. I don't know if you were still looking.. I think it reads well enough as it is.. Richard

what cannot be explained by the frameworks that we hold on to in order to explain the true nature of our existence Cat. Religion by wanting to provide that explanation has so often been forced to sacrifice scapegoats to the masses when it could not always provide satisfactory explanations for the unexplained or when the explained conflicted with its own dogma. There will always be witches, although thankfully burning at the stake and ducking stools and all the devices of physical torture have generally been replaced by other less painfull and terminal devices....although fear born out of ignorance still persists. Your poem flows very well and the jaunty rhythm belies the forceful tone of your words and the images you use. Liked it. Keith

happy st paddy's day? nice tone to this, candlewitch, a clever plea inside a moral tale. fitting title Niki

I'm at a loss for words... You touched my heart Lady, in a very deep way... To say this poem is beautiful, just doesn't do it justice. I feel very honored to have had the opportunity to read it. Thank you... Raven

my dear Cat ... another one I havent read you again surprise me with a subject I feel strongly about this could be applied to so many situations through history and the sad thing is it still goes on today,people suffer because of the narrow mindedness of others , sorry If I am rambling on but I do feel very strong about this subject ... One of the biggest problems in todays world is a lack of acceptance of difference ... and to me thats a sin ... how wonderful if the world could respect each others views with a live and let live attitude ... We are all unique and we are all special in our own right , from the garbage man who has the voice of a angel whos only audience is the sparrows singing their own morning tune , to the begger who writes incredible poetry and the world will never sight them , because they fail to see his brilliance underneath the dirt ... I was really affected by your poem Cat this ones serious and thought provoking and I am glad it was in evolution , and that I got to read it ... much love and big hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...