Thursday, 18 August 2011

Wickedy Witch

She sewed a stitch that raggedy witch
A snick-snicky stitch from a wickedy witch
With fingers ridged from hours of toil
So hard such work, so sad to spoil.
The child, she’d tied, removed her eyes:

(If only she had learnt to lie
When brothers asked her if she knew
Where witches lived, or what they did
To a child with such eyes of blue.)

A twist, a turn, a needle snip
The spell it grew and grew
‘Til all at once the scissors snapped
And the thread and knots held true

She smiled a smile that wickedy witch
That boiled the brothers blood
Who left their sister there, alone
And fled, their yellow blood! That curdled
As they ran and ran
To chase the sight away
Of sister left as marionette
For a wicked witch to play.

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