The Hunting Of Tituba (Part I, II, III, IV)

The Haunting Of Tituba
 
So, you want to write me story my child  
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies  
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky  
When the roosters crow by and by  
Give you life, kiss your soul with death  
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath  
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will  
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill  
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine  
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the plantations, the appetite to quench your flesh tastes sweeter than wine  
My enchantments, potions trickling from droplets of my blood, heathens shall dine  
Juju and black magic confessions from my dialect shall combine  
No stirred cauldron boils, archaic magik embeds in the soil upon the footsteps, found in quite echoes upon the earth  
Life, death, then me, you shall see in flashes of your rebirth  
I am the Heaven, chaos in Hades, and the grey matter of the brain you cannot escape  
Voices to commend and send you to the glory of your fortune or the doom of your fate  
My witchery, is in the power when you speak the path of me  
I bring nations and naysayers to damnation then wallowing in self-pity on their knees  
My guidance your palms seek  
Luck is not found in talismans or the Babylonian Tarot Cards you flip when witchcraft is pointing to the stars at ninety degrees  
My ancestors rolling over in their souls  
A closed mouth performs, to keep the evil entities warm  
I come now and tell you my story  
How burning at the stake before my destiny, when others were led to charred flesh due to my hollowed purgatory  
Glimpse in the darkness of my soul, and look into my eyes  
Let me take you to another time  
Where the body shook among casted spells  
My words sending pale zombies to Hell  
Shh… stay with me now my wild flower child as I tell you how tears  
Never fell from my eyes when others surrendered to me in fear  
 
Tituba  
March 1692  
 
Her story coming very soon…
 
What is the use of celebrating my five years here on DUP without giving credence to the darker realm of my creativity, which is totally against my Haitian Culture, however, it is my creative nature and the manifested tale, my gran is 100 years old, I sure she can forgive me for reposting this.. Mwen renmen ou grann
 
Author's Note
I must thank my poetic sista Zazzles (Jackie) for giving me the inspiration to channel this amazing lost historical story into existence
 
SKC
 
The Haunting Of Tituba originally posted on Published 7th Mar 2022
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/443743-the-haunting-of-tituba/
 
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The Haunting Of Tituba (The Witch Cake II of IV)
 
Salem Village, Massachusetts
1692
 
Nathaniel Ingersoll's Tavern
 
She’s a witch screamed the gathering in the center of the village
Let her blood seep while her body twitches to death before her charms to our souls over spillage
I does not harm no one I look after these master’s girls
Ailed them in sickness with herbs, roots, pulled from the bed of da earth
A tradition in my world
Isa learned deem signs of da sun from me mistress from morn to night
Casting deeds when people fell ill and cleansing da souls with my hands not in fright
Hang her before she cast the first curse
Let the examination of this council determine this... this...Indigent servant’s worth
I tell you Master, my lips speak da truth
Justta sure as old bones rattle, and a witch speaks through a crooked tooth
Who has brought mayhem unto the lives of our young
Responsible for bloody sputters in the night from out the mouth drowning their lungs
I stand accused the devil made me do it
My name, I signed in da book to do his bidding so I used rye flour and mixed in with their piss
To see if the two can cause harm using his tricks
Fleshy blisters upon skin, confession of worshiping the darkest jinn’s, impurity thoughts in the name of sin  
You all retreat, but I knows you have it in for me to see me toe wiggling and body swinging from a tree
The witch cake I baked to the mouths the two did eat
A curse to the heart, their souls twisted in blasphemy now their evil speaks
I tell you Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne are witches, when it comes to the book, I did taka peek
I see da names transfixing me eyes
The mighty beast voice whispers to me telling me da tongue of the girls confesses to lies
Condemn them now, quick and fast
Before the moon hides the witch’s power from the sky  
Rid what ails they spirits before the sun rise
And you seen these names
I did sir, those two will bring this village darkness, wickedness, and shame
They need to be cleansed of this earth by being hanged
 
Author's Note
 
In 17th century England and New England, it was believed that a "witch's cake" had the power to reveal whether witchcraft was afflicting a person with symptoms of illness. Such a cake or biscuit was made with rye flour and the urine of the afflicted person. The cake was then fed to a dog
 
If the dog exhibited the same symptoms as the ill person, the presence of witchcraft was "proven." Why a dog? A dog was believed to be a common familiar associated with the devil. The dog was then supposed to point to the witches who had afflicted the victim
 
SKC
 
The Haunting Of Tituba (The Witch Cake II of IV) Published 8th Mar 2022
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/443817-the-haunting-of-tituba-the-witch-cake/
 
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The Haunting Of Tituba (Mysteries Given From The Skies III of IV)
 
Danvers, Massachusetts 1692    
Deep In The Forest      
      
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams      
      
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg      
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg      
Well go ahead      
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin      
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing      
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time      
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides      
      
Tituba      
      
Look into the fire my child now close your eyes and become one with da element      
Submerge your existence in the heat, let it consumes your heart, mind, soul do not fight ya inner turbulent      
See beyond the clouds you are the rain      
Channel ya mind and bring the pain      
Let da stories of your soul in this dimension echo      
Through da fortune of your eyes      
Posses spirits under your commend collide      
Spit into the fire, and tell the devil he is a liar      
Your blood upon stones your cast      
Fortune in truth ya soul shall not outlast      
Through their blinding tears      
In everyone’s presence ya girls shall never have any fears      
      
Reverend Samuel Parris      
      
What in God’s name is going on out here      
Words unbeknown casted in the deep forest, with no one else near      
Demonic chanting and body in a trace state relent      
You chanting in the air, dancing in wild abandonment, animalistic movements      
You girls get back home      
Tituba, put this fire, out, and now, and girls I forbid you out with her all alone      
      
Residence of Reverend Samuel Parris      
In the Twilight Hours      
     
Tituba      
      
I hear ya girls’ mumbling voices in the wallowing in the hills of the night      
Scamping on fours like an injured animal in fright      
Come I tell how we rid those evil spirits and hide them from plan sight      
Rub ya body down with herbs ordained by whispers from roots      
What infested ya body is like a powerful enemy using your body as its fruit      
I... do not know Tituba, I seen a coffin in my path      
And the words you have been chanting in your native dialect, kept me up, but terrifies me with its wraith      
I cannot run from the deafening voices who tell me I will become his and my soul will no longer be mine      
Child my ancestral medicines are of old and blanket ya ails throughout the ages of time      
I give you life through the salvation from da illusions of ya mind      
Take you past the Heavens as I do thee master’s will      
Delirium with me holding the mystery from da skies to the sacrifices of the chicken’s heads after the kill      
Thays carcass are ya soul I now curse when mouths speak ill
My voice sprawling in ya head, me language instilled      
      
February 1692      
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams      
      
Oh, make it stop, it feels like pins prickling my skin      
Voices telling me what to do      
I cannot control the bidding I am now his tool      
      
      
Dr. William Griggs      
      
Doctor what is happening to my girls      
Revered Parris, I think evil has been unleashed on Salem Village to unfurl
 
 
The Haunting Of Tituba (Mysteries Given From The Skies III of IV) Published 9th Mar 2022  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/443886-the-haunting-of-tituba-mysteries-given/
 
Author's Note
Puritan faith forbade the practice, so the two girls were cautious, though curious. What sorceries could foresee their spouse...? The egg broke, settled, took shape... The configuration of a coffin emerged in the glass... Both Betty and Abigail were sized with fits. Stunned and “struck dumb,” they choked and convulsed, uncontrollably thrashed their limbs. What unnatural affliction had found them
 
SKC
 
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The Haunting Of Tituba (The Awakening IV Of IV)
 
Salem Village, Massachusetts      
March 1962      
        
The Salem Witch Trials of Tituba, Sarah Good, and Sarah Osborne        
Presiding Judge; Judge Hawthorne      
        
Sarah Good      
The villagers know me as Sarah Good, I am homeless, my mind is unstable and questionable, but if I could      
I will never practice witchcraft, no one in this village ever would      
        
Sarah Osborne      
I was falsely accused      
I will never cause anyone Injure or abuse      
        
Tituba      
She is lying, I tell ya des two women I seen twisted bodies, howls heard from da mouths      
In that book I see da picture with the man in black, thays two are witches no doubt      
They are under the devil’s spell to do this village and dis town evil things      
In the nighttime, spooks, and spells to make all seem real as it may seem      
I was told to serve the black dog      
And I seen them with da wings and flapping like a hog      
The man in black told me to hurt then children      
But I told him I will not doe his bidding that when I make da cake with thays urine      
        
Sarah Good      
She is lying, to this court, and her story, everyone is buying      
I am not a witch… I was hoping you would have heard that from Tituba      
I know my heart, and Tituba and Sarah Osborne shows no love      
Tituba will take the souls of everyone who sits here      
And keep them and sacrifice by the blood of da deer      
To covet the soul like an animal      
Sarah Good did you cause an evil hand upon Abagail Williams Elizabeth Betty Parris      
To bring you to stand accuses in your defense and a reminder as an embarrass      
No, I doth no harm to anyone        
I believe in life as the moon and the sun      
        
Sarah Osborne      
I have much to lose and I have been a long upstanding person at hand      
And to be accused of a something of this, and dragged in front of everyone for a false reprimanded      
There has never been a cause for me to place my hands upon anyone’s child      
I walk quietly and never known to speak too loud      
Anna Putnam has said you pinched her and you tried to get her to write her name in this...this book      
Would she had been protected by the devil if she did take a look      
I does not know what you speak about      
I own land and, in the village, I am fair, even though I have no clout      
        
Tituba      
I doe see the four women of sinfulness me eyes shielded from the other two      
They made a pact with this man in black, and thays will hurt me if I did not see the curses through        
Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne      
Would have to kills thays children and leave thays parents forlorn        
Me seen des two with hoods on as daylight shone from the dark skies      
I have the power to silence the tongue and make them all die      
To contort thay body at my summoning with whispered words, and blind thays eyes      
I told da man in black to let ole master live      
One day, he has to get on his knees to forgive      
But the man in black said he will come for me      
And take me breath in me sleep      
I put curse on the house where we all lay our head      
From the flour, herbs baked in the bread        
No more conjuring evil I leave’s dem bones dead      
I am Tituba the witch      
Me do what da calling tells me, in da dark I foresee, once the down flip of the light switch
 
 
The Haunting Of Tituba (The Awakening IV Of IV) Published 10th Mar 2022
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/443945-the-haunting-of-tituba-the-awakening/
 
Author's Note
 
Tituba
Was sentenced to jailed for approximately thirteen months after Reverend Samuel Parris refused to pay her imprisonment costs.
She was free by an unknown person, and was taken from the village, she was never heard from again
 
Sarah Good
Was found guilty and hanged to death on July 19, 1692
 
Sarah Osborne
Sarah Osborne Died in Prison, May 10, 1692
 
Thank you all for reading this four-part series, hopefully sometime in the near future, I am thinking about making this a Podcast
 
SKC

 
 
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