The Witch of the Morning

The Witch of the Morning

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

There once was a wicked Warlock
Who lived on Crabtree Hill,
He lured the Witch of the Morning there
Who was my mother still,
My father, he was the patient type
Said, ‘Son, she’s just a witch,
And she’ll be back in the morning, once
That Warlock’s scratched her itch.

I didn’t know what he meant just then,
I was far too young to know,
What people did in the darkness once
Their feelings overflowed,
But I was forever curious
And suppose that I am still,
I wanted to know, so had to go
On a trek up Crabtree Hill.

The Warlock lived in a copse of trees
In a tiny little shack,
A goat’s head hung up above his door
I remember, looking back,
A window covered in mud and dust
Was the way I looked inside,
To see my mother down on her knees
Like a nasty Warlock bride.

I knew that I shouldn’t be looking
Then she turned, and saw my face,
And stopped just what she was doing
Though I’d seen her loss of grace,
I turned to run, then I heard his voice
As he called my mother, ‘Cath!’
Then caught me running off through the trees
As he stood, and blocked my path.

The man was a massive mountain,
And he wore a hat with horns,
His arms like a pair of Christmas hams
As he called, ‘This one of yours?’
I fought and struggled and kicked like mad
As he took me into his shack,
While ever the Witch of the Morning smiled
And said, ‘He’s just my Jack.’

‘I think we should cook him up for tea,’
Said the Warlock, with a wink,
And Cath, my mother said, ‘Let me see,
I must have a little think.
I hope that he didn’t see the act 
Of love that I did for you,’
Then took my hand and opened the door
And motioned me out, said, ‘Shoo.’

Now I’m a man, and I think on back
To that day on Crabtree Hill,
And just like the Warlock, I will stand
In front of my darling Jill,
While she gets down on her knees for me
On the floor, without a stitch,
To show me the love she has for me,
Just like the Morning Witch.

David Lewis Paget


© 2017 David Lewis Paget



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Well.. well... well.
So her really long hair had gotten caught in his zip when she knelt down to buckle her shoe. Same thing happened my sister and her boyfriend, John. Entirely innocent Just then Jack had appeared.

Hold on David... it what...it's about what!! Well 'pon my soul you old dog! Haha.

Well done DLP. !!

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Very cute, You're a rascal David ;)

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I wasn't expecting this one but nonetheless great read.

Posted 10 Months Ago


A well written tale...DLP...as always...

Posted 11 Months Ago


"That Warlock’s scratched her itch." - I knew it then what you mean, or what his dad mean in this beautiful naughty poem. :)

Posted 11 Months Ago


Wow that's real food for the imagination...

Posted 11 Months Ago


I am lost for words. This poem is perfect in so many ways, the structure, the rhymes, the emotional impact, and not for a second was I bored! You truly are a very talented writer, thank you for sharing your talent with the rest of the world

// O

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The story made me smile. I like the characters and the ending. You create great visions and left the reader with a token laugh. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Months Ago


Well.. well... well.
So her really long hair had gotten caught in his zip when she knelt down to buckle her shoe. Same thing happened my sister and her boyfriend, John. Entirely innocent Just then Jack had appeared.

Hold on David... it what...it's about what!! Well 'pon my soul you old dog! Haha.

Well done DLP. !!

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one took us to a forbidden territory but equally enjoyable nevertheless. Things a child witnesses during his formative years often shapes up a big part of future identity as a man.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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