Writings and Witterings



witch silhouette emmastrend.com

With acknowledgements to emmastrend.com

A witch astride her besom
is flying wide and high,
her cape flaps all about her
as she travels through the sky.
Her hair is black as coal dust,
she peers through one good eye
as people far below her,
look up, stupefied.

The last day of November
before a wintery sky,
we find the local poacher
catching rabbits on the fly.
He is no big brave soldier
just needs some food to eat
before the world gets colder,
a stew will be a treat.

The witch sees him beneath her
his gun slung o’er his arm
she takes her eye out, polishes it,
and puts it back, still warm.
With clarity of vision
she sees a running hare
close enough for him to shoot
she shouts out, ‘Run, beware!’

The poacher takes exception
‘My supper’ he exclaims,
‘You’ve done me out of meat tonight,
‘for shame, old witch, for shame.’

‘Don’t you shame me, soldier,’
the witch forthright declaims,
‘That hare is running wild and free
’tis you should feel the shame.’

Polly Stretton ยฉ 2015


13 thoughts on “Witch

  1. Ooh let’s hope she gets the beaver hunters! Love this poem ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. Fun one, Polly! Always love a witch who can pluck her eye out. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  3. I LOVE this witch!


  4. “She takes her eye out, polishes it, and puts it back still warm.” Oh the kids will howl for this! Excellent, I’m sending the link off to my daughter immediately! ๐Ÿ™‚ xx


  5. I love this Polly its great, I can see this witch! xx


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