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bone walled witch by Fawnia Winter Mountford

inside the forest's ribcage

she waits

house perched on chicken-legs

stilted like a wading

bird.


they call her chaos

devourer

the crone with iron teeth

they never name her

hunger.


as you enter her forest

girl-child

red cheeks

and trembling knees

seeking Baba Yaga.


you stand at her gate

mouth agape

swollen with questions

you dare not speak aloud.


she will test you

your wits

your courage

your willingness to bite.


as she grinds you down

grains in her pestle

she will feed you what you fear.


when you emerge

you will wear a new skin

stitched from her wisdom and your

survival.


her story has no ending

an eternal lesson for girls who learn

to outwit their

darkness.


& the women who taught them

how to sharpen their edge

against the corners of the

world.


Bio

Fawnia Winter Mountford is a Scottish/Australian poet whose writing explores memory, myth, grief and the uncanny. Her poetry has appeared in Spellbinder Quarterly, Poets Row, Thimble Literary Magazine and is forthcoming in Womancraft Publishing Compendium 3. She is working on a poetry cycle about The Cailleach.

Author's note

I wrote "bone walled witch" in response to one of my favourite mythological figures, the Slavic witch Baba Yaga. She belongs to that strange, thorny lineage of the “monstrous feminine”: a woman whose power exists beyond the boundaries of what society traditionally considers acceptable femininity. Baba Yaga’s grotesque appearance, cannibalistic hunger and rabid violence challenge the expectation that women should be gentle, nurturing or inherently benevolent. In this poem, I wanted to reclaim the witch symbolism of Baba Yaga as something more than a figure of fear and revulsion. To me, she becomes an inspirational archetype of female autonomy, resistance and the freedom to exist outside traditional society. This poem is an offering to the woman who has been called monstrous for refusing to disappear.