Most of her life, she had been a healer, a pillar and a member of their society. Just one dreary bigot had to point a finger at her and, after having suffered some loss themselves, they turned against her in an instant.
After not being able to bear a child herself, she decided to help any who were troubled with the enormous strain of birth and offered them guidance. At times she succeded, at others, she failed. To those who had lost their child to nature, none other than the hands of a woman could be the cause of their demise.
Rumors spread quickly and when one cried out what the rest were thinking, the fact was official – her frustration should also bring them down.
Torches illuminated the evening when they approached her house to banish her from the village. She was constrained and, with thorough violence, thrown into the woodlands.
The Life of a Midwife marks the eighth poem of the Woodland Legends.
Patrick Muczczek 
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