The Witch on Yellowhammer Hill


Leaving the Tower



The Witch on Yellowhammer Hill provides an enchanting glimpse into the unexpected magick of the poet’s retirement and aging. What a surprise to find age celebrated! What joy to live each day with the freedom to read bedtime stories to flowers, to splash in rain puddles or chase fireflies on her cane, not giving a fig what neighbors may think!

Within these pages, we meet the Cailleach, an ancient Celtic hag Goddess who transforms into a beautiful young woman. We dance to the tribal energy of womanpoem and listen to the wisdom of Crone’s Counsel. This is a poet who converses with a shrew, a grasshopper, and all disillusioned Cinderellas.

Yet amidst the joy and celebration, Martin-Wood also deftly steps from the world of fantasy to address the brutal realities of child abuse, bullying, our endangered environment, and the Charlie Hebdo massacre in Paris.

This is the poet’s most comprehensive collection to date. In addition to over 50 new poems, readers will find selections from her previously published works, including several of her sonnets, her environmental poems, her most requested poems from two decades of public readings, and an entire section of her beloved nature poems.

The 99% Press
Poetry for the People

To play, press and hold the enter key. To stop, release the enter key.

The poet's first chapbook in four years, this collection will speak to women who have experienced loss and betrayal:

From the preface by Brenda Levy-Tate, author of Author of Cleansing (Rising Tide Press 2005), Beeline (Lopside Press 2007),and Wingflash (The Pink Petticoat Press, 2011):
". . . The poem Chimera knocks everything sideways. Cells of previous uterine tenants are left behind within the mother, not allowed to remain with their fetal source and grow to maturity. Physically, not to mention emotionally, every biological mother is a combination of herself and the infants she has borne. Science has recently affirmed this cellular migration from pregnant womb to maternal brain. Wordsworth was right! "The child is father of the man" (or mother of the woman).

This is bold and memorable writing. Few poets could write anything remotely like it. Few could even dare attempt it. We lack the potency. We lack the language. I couldn't look away once I opened the book. But now I want to order a spare set of house keys - and hide them well."

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