Oh wise, wise old woman
Wizened beyond your years, old soul
Looks deceptive, vain, a mystery to you, unknown
Philosophy is her power, ageing woman, slow
Cunning folk, user and maker of medicine it’s told
What she lacks in beauty is made up in knowledge
Nor hexen nor dark, a virtuous healer at heart
Independent, a guard of her own, she is feared, but the respect does grow
Pagan, a threat to Christ, the spinster, alone
She is cultured, at times there’s woe
She is the wise woman many come to know
Written by Rhianna Selkridge-Carty
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