The Upstairs Witch

The Upstairs Witch

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I woke to a knock at the door one day,

And stumbled, to put on my gown,

The place was a shambles, and last night’s tea

In cartons, was scattered around.

I hate people seeing the way I live,

They shouldn’t call round, it’s a b***h,

But called out, ‘Who is it?’ and got the reply,

‘It’s me, it’s the upstairs witch.’

 

I had no idea she lived upstairs,

The apartments are all very small,

The slightest of noises will carry on through

The ceilings, and paper thin walls.

I opened the door in bemusement then

To see who was pulling my leg,

She wore every colour the rainbow sent,

Pushed past me, and said: ‘Call me Peg!’

 

I followed her into the wreck of my room,

And mumbled, ‘I know, it’s a mess.’

She shrugged, and she pointed my PC out,

‘I knew it was that, nothing less!

You sit and you type through the early hours

I hear all your whistles and bells,

Your tappity-tapping is driving me spare,

And worse, is confusing my spells.’

 

‘I have to compose when the mood is high,

And that is from midnight and on.’

‘And I only spell when the Moon is nigh,

I can’t til the sun has gone.’

We stared at each other with minimal grace,

Both grim, with a certain intent,

She wouldn’t be giving an inch to me,

And I, well, I wouldn’t relent.

 

‘We’ll have to come up with a compromise,

I’ll help you, if that helps myself,

I’ll spell in your program a silence key,

And you’ll be at peace with yourself.’

‘But what am I getting from you in return,

This sounds like it’s going one way…’

‘I’ll bring all your stories to life,’ she said,

‘In colour, and one for each day.’

 

‘I’ve written so many, you’ll never keep up,

I’ll need to go back through my files.’

‘Just open the drawer of your cabinet,

And I’ll carry you there, for a while.

I’ve seen all your stuff on the Internet,

Your devils and demons and ghouls,

I haven’t a clue what you think you will do

In a garden, with so many fools.’

 

She sits in her garret and plays with her spells,

I type without making a sound,

I open the drawer and I walk on the shore

Or hear bells from the church in the town.

I follow each lady I’ve written in verse

And make love when I’m feeling the itch,

They all wear the colours of rainbows at first,

And look like the upstairs witch!

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget


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haha love that David, you have the eye for humour and its working very well, this story is easily one of the best poems I have seen for a while, love the rhymes and it flows like rivers running to the sea, a real gem. Not sure I want to look upstairs though now lol

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A fine poem - and a compromise with a witch that didn't end in someone's demise. Now that's a story.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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We don't have an upstairs so I guess we gotta look out for the ground level witch around here.

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So hilarious David.....you have a brilliant muse to come up with masterpiece after masterpiece. It just seems to flow so easily from your pen. :)



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You brought out the one and only....the upstairs WITCH....now never again be lonely....never suffer that itch....and from now on all will be as colorful as the rainbow! Wow! I think she spied you in that magic globe of hers and just used the clicking of your keys as an excuse! A witches ruse!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I expected the witch to be evil but you brought her to life in a comedic way. . .wonderfully crafted David. . .

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Wow! I would really like to see all your stories living and in colour.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This is brilliant, I read it with a smile on my face throughout, even laughing at the end of the last stanza. Very well done, you have a great talent for rhyme!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Your meter and rhyme, as always, are so wonderful… completely engaging… and drives the story like riding a horse down a hillside… there's no stopping now! And the story spun out has the feeling of classic literature, even with it's modern theme. Brilliant!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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haha love that David, you have the eye for humour and its working very well, this story is easily one of the best poems I have seen for a while, love the rhymes and it flows like rivers running to the sea, a real gem. Not sure I want to look upstairs though now lol

Posted 9 Years Ago


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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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