Sentenced to hang in 1760 for the murder of her abusive husband (she’d tried to divorce him but her petition was denied), Marie-Josephte Corriveau’s body was hung in a gibbet to serve as a warning to others.
Your prompt is LA CORRIVEAU.
Your gibbet, swinging
Iron creaking in the breeze
Sing, La Corriveau
Over the years the legend of La Corriveau has flourished, turning her into a ghastly, spectral skeleton who attacked passersby. Here’s a post with a little more information.
Creaking at a crossroads
a special mandrake grows beneath
with power to cancel oaths
and tug out lying tongues of love
Bones whisper secrets,
Hanged for sins never confessed,
Winds mourn Corriveau.
Shadows in the night,
La Corriveau’s ghostly flight,
Moonlit chains rattle.
Legends in the mist,
Her spirit haunts with clenched fists,
Judgment's cruel twist.