Previously published in Women-Church: An Australian Journal of Feminist Studies in Religion, issue #4 Autumn 1989
Ideas for this Herstory Rhyme came from WEBSTER’S FIRST NEW INTERGALACTIC WICKEDARY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE conjured by Mary Daly in cahoots with Jane Caputi.
I announce Daly news
I share it with Pride
from the Lunatic Fringe
which spreads far & wide.
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in my cauldron at night
and make magic potions
to take away fright.
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I wriggle and roar
when I leap on my broom
and wantonly fly
in my starry night room.
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I’m a queer crafty Witch
a Wise One who sees
the wasters who harm
the bats and the trees.
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I take up my labrys
and chop through all lies
and lustily laugh
while I flash my Wild Eyes.
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a Vixen, a Bear
I do daring deeds
with snakes in my hair.
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I study unlearning
I heal and inspire
I’m a sinister dragon
I breathe words of Fire.
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I’m a Scold who scalds users
with a Hot boiling Stare.
It is the Hour of Thirteen
coming through Everywhere.
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I’m a Monster, a Nag,
an Ogre outrageous,
as Weird as a Wild Cat
I break open cages.
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a Seer,a Sooth-sayer,
sensing deceptions
I am a truth-sayer.
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I frisk and I frolic
I boundary dance
with finny and furry
as they splash and they prance.
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with Muses and Sprites;
we nourish ourselves
at our Sacred Sites.
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We make music that zings
far out to the skies;
the Spelling Bees hum
as harmonies rise.
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Our words are like birds
we wake up our sisters
with songs they love best.
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These songs are angelic,
they draw and they soar –
they are Clues in the Maze;
they Spin from our Core.
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We have a large hammer
for cracking the rules
and our Terrible Tools.
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The Tools that we treasure
are our Wits and our Rage
they keep us Revolting
to a Venerable Age.
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We are Spinners of Webs
and love to cavort;
we go anticlock-wise
with a horse-laughing snort.
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Our cloaks are our courage –
they conjure Old Hags
with love and affection.
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Our ancestral mothers
are Prudes of Deep Passion
unwinding the binding
in hair-raising fashion.
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Now it’s time for a picnic
Let’s hop, skip and slither
and get the food made.
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We will go to the beachfront
with animal friends.
They are very good Guides
on spirals and bends.
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They tumble and scamper,
they crawl and they run.
they are ready for fun.
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The wild horses thunder,
they bring some wild cows –
there are crabs and a turtle
echidnas and sows.
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The dolphins and whales
call out as they dive.
Come to Deep water –
you’ll know you’re alive.
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The jackass is laughing,
brolgas dance up the beach.
Crackpots and Crones know
what these teachers teach.
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We belong to the land,
Her songlines and dreams
We sing up the country,
the forests and streams.
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Here lives the Goddess
of Wisdom and Love
Well of Divine Grace
the Queen of Above.
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We remember our Dead
We, the Living, are part
of a Powerful Race.
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Woman most Sensuous
the One who gives Birth
the Bread of our Lives
and Blood of our Earth.
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