The Witch had lots of money
and a sly sense of humour
I’m not sure if she liked me
or what I did for her
Her coven met after noon
flocking round her cauldron
breathing the oracle fumes
ignoring Cassie’s warnings
The way she would produce those jewels
diamonds, emeralds, rubies
taken greedily as our own
but there was payment, truly
Hard to fathom a Witch’s depths
under all the scheming
does a spider spins its web
just to practice weaving
I turned when he impaled her
delight she took so well
and watched the cruel betrayal
when he stole her spells
Her teeth so small and pearly white
she clutched my arm and cackled
perhaps those moments of delight
are all that really mattered
Today’s GloPoWriMo prompt was to write an elegy – a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by. And to center the elegy on an unusual fact about the person or thing being mourned.
I loved this one … specially the last stanza ! I enjoy poems that read like poetry
Thank-you!