295/366 The Hag is astride
Amidst the bones and sheets and scary sounds in the neighborhood, there is a definite lack of witches. The few that I have seen tend to be of the variety that drive their broomsticks into trees, which if I were a witch, I would find highly insulting. So I decided to pair today’s poem about a witch–with a mask.
The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.
A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.
from “The Hag” by Robert Herrick
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For today: The Hag is astride