International Women's Day is
celebrated each year on March 8th.
As tomorrow is International Women's Day and today is Witchcraft Wednesday here on the blog - I thought I'd honour both days with a post about Tangwlyst Ferch Glyn...
Wales remembers its witches in whispers and echoes - names half-lost to time, stories tangled in the roots of oak trees and hidden in the folds of mist. But some refuse to fade.
Among them is Tangwlyst ferch Glyn, whose crime was not just witchcraft but insolence, audacity, and the quiet power of knowing one’s fate and daring to shape it anyway.
It began with an accusation - soft at first, like a gathering storm. The Bishop of St David’s condemned her for living in sin, but Tangwlyst would not go quietly. Instead, she crafted a poppet doll, shaped in wax and cloth, her hands weaving defiance into every thread. And with it, she called down a curse.
Soon after, the Bishop fell ill, his body betraying him, his prayers unanswered. Had she worked some true magic? Or had fear alone gnawed at his bones? The church whispered, but the earth kept its secrets.
Tangwlyst slipped through history’s fingers, escaping the horrors that would soon befall others like her. She was never burned, never hanged, never drowned beneath the weight of superstition. Had she acted a few years later, when witchcraft became a capital offense, she might have felt the rope tighten around her throat. But she was one of the lucky ones.
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And so she lingers - not as a tragic figure, but as a defiant ghost, a woman who stood, whispered, and watched the world bend beneath her will. Her name remains - not in screams, but in the silent spaces where curses take hold, where belief shapes fate.
Not all witches are hunted. Some simply vanish into the mist, leaving behind nothing but the taste of their power on the wind.
I hope you have something exciting planned for tomorrow.
Happy International Women's Day.
♥