Wicked Witch

Wicked Witch

A Poem by The Things She Noted

The little witch down the street 

In her little black house 

With her little black cat

Was watering the blue of her hydrangea that grow slow in her front yard 

Pressing into the black fence 

Escaping 

I saw her cut the lavender from their stems 

And put them into a tiny vile 

The cedar from the tree that borders Mr. Halos house is wrapped neatly with red string

She burns the edges with a wicked match 

Smoke through the mystic 

Eternal rivers of magic 

They fear her 

All of them fear her 

How grand to hold so much power 

I must ask her how she does it

© 2021 The Things She Noted


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Added on May 19, 2021
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The Things She Noted
The Things She Noted

toronto, Canada



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