TWIST – Horrific History of Scottish Witch-hunts in Paint and Verse
TWIST – horror of historic Scottish witch-hunts
Those convicted were almost always strangled at the stake and then their dead body was burned. We have records of 141 sentences specifying an execution method; 120 were for strangling and burning. Of the 17 sentenced simply to burning, many may have been strangled first—though a very small number are known to have been burned alive. In the sentences of beheading (3) and hanging (1), crimes other than witchcraft were also involved. Survey of Scottish Witchcraft, School of History and Classics, Edinburgh University
© Pauline McGee
Pauline and I share a distinctive collaboration. The painting portrays victims of the Scottish witch-finding times and the abuse of the accused. A poet absorbs the image and reacts. The big word is Ekphrasis, we call it #fuse-the-muse.
If you want to hear the poem, read by Mac Logan, you’ll find a link below.
Comments most welcome.
TWIST
Slim hands extend
A raven’s beak
A bloody flower
They cannot speak … of torment, fear and brutal hate
No gentle friends
Nor fam’ly care
Nor loving touch
For no-one’s there … to love, protect and fairly serve
A sapphire eye
A crystal drop
A ruby splash
Dull spirits flop … no pleading can divert the lash
Crisscrossed skin
Harsh diamond rash
Reproachful glance
The “just” still thrash … and say the devil lies within
From lies to law
Judgement to death
Pleas unheard
A waste of breath … the kindling lies beneath the stake
A blood-red sky
On-rushing doom
Their last morn dawns
Denies the gloom … vile vengeance soon begins
Most floors wither
Yet one grows
Midst sanctimony
Heaven knows … of evil hearts disguised in duty
Exhausted eyes
Have seen so much
And yearn yet for
A loving touch … the tactile loss beyond despair
Scorching flames rise
Primal beauty
As evil hearts
Disguised in duty … lend an ear to fading screams
Ashes smoulder
Bones white glow
And peace descends
For now we know … the awful dark: depraved, unjust
Burnt away
At last they’re free
Centuries late
We hear their plea … and thoughtful eyed move on
© Mac Logan: 8th March 2016
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Music ℗ Kyle Preston
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A powerful piece of work, Mac. We see the same faith-driven barbarity in Syria and Iraq in the present day, but our religious leaders were no better only a few generations ago.
Thanks Bob. Pauline is an artist with a rich thoughtful talent. Her next painting is in my inbox — and me a thriller writer. I hope our paths (Bob and Mac) cross ere long.
Reblogged this on Seumas Gallacher and commented:
…another excellent fusion of the art of Pauline McGee and the poetry of my pal, Mac Logan… enjoy! 🙂