Welcome to episode 264 of my obsession with 17th century witch trials!

I had planned to try to write some funkier stuff this year but the link between the crops failing when the seasons change and the swimming of witches was too much for me to resist.

Sink or Swim by chewmeupspitmeout

Snowflakes fell and covered him
Drew his last breath for his king
His life squandered like so many others
Crying out for wives and crying out for mothers
His widow at home
Bereft and alone
With four mouths to feed
An existance of need

She went to her neighbour
Begging for favour
(A) Few pints of milk for her children
The neighbour replied never she cried
She cursed at the neighbour, wished she would die

In just a few hours
The milk had turned sour

The springtime blooms
And opening buds
The leaves return
To the trees and shrubs

The neighbours ill will
Festered away
Whispers of witchcraft
Spread throughout May
Promised summer sun
Never arrived
When autumn fell
The crops all died

The soured milk remembered
From all those months ago

Was enough to know
Deep in their hearts
Who was the culprit
Who'd torn them apart
To the lake
Bind her limbs
Plunge in the water
Sink or swim