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Launch reading by Dzifa Benson, Nia Davies and Helen Ivory
Dzifa Benson, Nia Davies and Helen Ivory will be launching their new books online on Monday 21 October, 7pm BST. Watch live or later on our YouTube channel
After a vast night of walking,
the shadow happened upon the tor
and arranged herself nicely
among the high-grazing sheep.
She knew she wasn’t a sheep
but the sheep did not craze –
none lifted their heads
from the sky sweet grass.
She yearned in her heart to be given a name
to be called for, to have bearings
so when the shepherd appeared
the shadow cleared her throat.
What am I? She implored, in a voice
she thought kind as a rockpool.
Oh, but the shepherd was sapling of spirit
and he ran and he ran, screaming pestilence
and thence flew about the village
recounting a starless fairy
that turned his blood to winter
and ripped at his manhood with her claws.
*
Day’s Conversation with Night
The sun was glory on the tip of my tongue
and every creeping thing and flying thing
cast the rays of its eyes all about. Do you remember?
Nothing was occult, lambs cut capers
and no brute’s maw closed on any throat.
Life was lustre, unbruised fruit
till you dragged your dogs across the sky
and in your wake, a plaguey mess.
The Dark wrapped the earth in ragged clouds
and began to croon a death song for Day –
summoning it to its own remembering:
When you were a cub, on that first day
you invented a theatre of charcoaled timbers
and drew back the curtains, quiet as an owl.
The lanterns cast a low wash of blue
and your imagination stalked in from the wings.
Do you recall how those long winter nights
felt in your hands as you knitted them
into a pall you named Dark from your seat in the gods?
Monsters – some slithered, some crept from my folds
in a bristling derangement of nature
while downstage beldams held to a seething crucible
their faces awake with a terrible light.
I am thunderstruck you cannot summon this.
How you painted fear so vividly inside the heads of men!
Day, you have clammed up since that early grandiosity.
I’ve grown too old to close the curtains on this all.
*
Fetish to Counteract Witchcraft
It is supposed that hearts of beasts
are infused with the spirits of their prey;
that breath breathed upon their prey
and back into the heart
is charged with powerful magic.
That such beasts overwhelm their quarry
demonstrates their sovereignty.
There is further evidence these powers are preserved
when the heart is cut from the body
and the body putrefies into the ground.
If witchcraft is suspected in your flock,
if it is seized by foot-rot, the fluke or bottle-jaw
and sheep are dying in the fields,
fiercely stick the heart with thorns and nails
while fixating on the malady astir.
Thus, the attendant witch will be revealed.
Watch close for any lowly hag
evincing untoward disorders.
Act swift now, like a bird of Jove
closing down its prey.
*
The Change
You sit inside yourself
and your body does its thing.
One minute it’s a honeypot of oestrogen
the next, the head you had grown up with
is a crucible – and the words flushes and flashes
don’t touch the sides of this urge
to run clear of this chassis.
The clothes in your wardrobe
carry a whisper of mutton
from a source buried deep inside language.
You smear Lady Danger on muttony chops
and everywhere advice on how to hide your arms –
heaven forfend you make a spectacle
of your collagen depletion.
Every night your hormones throw a party
you don’t want to attend,
messing with the levels like a bad DJ.
You read that tinnitus is affected by oestrogen’s jitterbug;
that not enough research has been done.
Your skin is a rubber doll plumped up with lava
that’s stumbled into a cold store at 4am.
Contents List
12 {By the slant of her tone}
13 The Waking
14 Some definitions of Witch
16 The lust of the goat is the bounty of God
17 Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast
18 Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
19 Another Story
20 We are the weirdos mister
21 {daughters of air}
22 The Answer
23 Only Bad Witches Are Ugly
24 The Woman of Endor to Saul
25 Night Hag
26 One Such Tale
27 Scry
28 Day’s Conversation with Night
29 More thoughts about the dark
30 The Antihousewife
31 Dairying
32 {gnats, swarm upon swarm}
33 Remedy
34 How to Construct an Ale Witch
35 New Rules for the Disenchanted Land
36 Cackle
37 The Gift
38 Fetish to Counteract Witchcraft
39 {and thus the riddle has been read}
40 The Moon’s Halo
41 Protection Ink
42 At the Witchcraft Museum
43 Hexentanz
44 Häxan
45 The Original Bad Girl
46 To a Painter
47 All about the hair
48 More thoughts about the body
49 {a cluster of pretty berries}
50 Margaret Johnson
51 Elizabeth Tibbots
52 Lilias Adie (c. 1640-1704)
53 Walking the Witch
54 The Devil’s Mark
55 More thoughts about the Witch Finder
56 {Shall the boys come and hang, burn or roast you?}
57 Pendle Tourist
58 Bridget Bishop
59 The Good People of Salem
60 Samuel Parris Dreams of Dogs
61 The Makings
62 Witchfinder Tour
63 Mistley Pond Washes its Hands
65 {familiar spirits]
66 More thoughts about the moon
67 Prick
68 Resistance Spells
68 Spell to Take Back the Night
69 Summoning Spell: The Body
70 Disarming Spell: The Enchanter
71 {The church-bells began to ring}
72 ‘Grandmother Moorhead’s Aromatic Kitchen’
73 The Watcher
74 The Happenings
77 Hang the Moon
78 The Menstruous Woman
79 Brain Fog
80 The Change
81 ‘Invidia’ (‘Envy’)
82 {shortly after midnight}
83 Tick-Tock
84 Thirteen Million
85 This whole thing was nearly never a thing
86 34 Symptoms of the Menopause
88 Votive
89 ‘The Spirit of the Storm’
90 {fire as fire}