Here Comes the Witch
By Robert Hiedbreder
(Oxford Uni press 1985)
Here comes the witch.
Don*t make a sound.
Here comes the witch.
Don*t turn around
Stand as still as can be.
Like a statue, like a tree.
She is bony, warty, green -faced too,
Hungry for someone just like you.
Here comes the witch.
She*s very near.
Here comes the witch.
She*s now right here.
She*s reaching out ! She caught your eye!
Now raise your arms and Fly Fly Fly ! |
Mrs. Mather
By Colin McNaughton
Scared stiff,
Courage flown.
On the door step all alone,
Cold sweat.
State of shock,
Lift my trembling hand and knock.
Thumping heart.
Chilled with fear.
I hear the witches feet draw near.
Rasping bolts
Rusty locks.
Shake down to my cotton socks.
Hinges creaking.
Waft of mould.
A groan that makes my blood run cold.
Cracking voice.
Knocking knees.
"Can I have my ball back, please?" |
Witches Spells
The Sky is dark, the stars are bright,
The moon is shinning too,
Inside a cave the witches meet
To mix their favourite brew.
They take a stick, and bending low
They stir the mixture round,
Then rub their fingers, old and cramped,
And stamp upon the ground.
They drink, and then into the sky,
On broomsticks, swift and light,
They cackle hoarsely as they fly,
And soon are out of sight.
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