Witches Photoshoot
On October 7th in the late afternoon we will gather into a coven to be captured with cameras, imaginations and minds.
Decide now if you will be a good or bad witch. A Black Witch. A White Witch. A Magic Witch of infinite proportions.
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch’s brew.
Please fill out this questionaire and email it to: Marie.Bakke@gmail.com
Witch’s Questionnaire
And paypal your $15 participation fee to Sylwia@gmail.com
Forms and Fees are due by October 1, 2012.
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Having spent the last ten years restlessly roving the planet, Melissa Schilling, a published writer and photographer, has spent time coordinating photo-art therapy in the aftermath of the Haitian earthquake, searching for huitlecoche on the Mayan Riviera, riding bicycles through Patagonia, cooking Basque food in the Pais Vasco and deep-sea fishing off the coast of Cuba. email: melissa@projecthopeart.org
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The wicked witch from Ipswich, she was a canny girl
She took a pebble from a brook and turned it into a pearl
She sold the pearl for a great price; it turned back to a pebble
The owner of it wasn’t nice, his compensation treble
“I’ll give you lots of land” she said “I own the port of Dunwich
I’ll give you all the seaward side; the rents will make you more rich”
The land changed hands without a fight, the owner was in clover
But fate it struck a blow that night, the sea waves rolled over
The houses, churches, all there was, were ruined in the flood
The wicked witch from Ipswich laughed; she said that it was good
The Dunwich folk who heard of it were angry, causing trouble
They marched in force to Ipswich, to turn it into rubble
The Ipswich folk, for scapegoat, had put the witch in prison
But she escaped before daylight, before the sun had risen
She met the marchers on the road and turned the stones to cakes
Then she flooded all the fields and turned them into lakes
The tired, hungry Dunwich folk were glad to eat and rest
In fact they praised the Ipswich witch, said she was the best
So now the legend has an end; she dwells in Dunwich sea
She helps the weary fisher folk; to sum up, she helped me!