Poem inspired by Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
Abandoned with nothing but acts of paganism your fate is in your hands. A little reckless, you found that under the influence of wine, music, and fairy legends woman had voices. I badly needed a little peace, and I felt it here were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty wearing nothing but a few dappled splotches of sunlight. Marigold, chamomile, bay leaf, spikenard, mint, marjoram It would have been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch. Stories seemed like fairy tales Too old to be amazed, but half-believing still. It's men think there must be ill-wishes and magic in women. Knowing everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary. The heartbeat goes on, slower, softer, for where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary.