Witches Brew!
Hubble
And bubble
And steam and stir
The witch comes near
Do you fear?
Bubble
And boil
A tear wets your cheek
Your voice catches
In your throat
A meagre, lifeless,
Squeak
The witch cackles
The sound a chill
Turning you spine so cold
She closes in upon you
As your bladder releases its hold
She beckons you, "Come closer!"
But your feet refuse to budge
The mirth brightens her
Long dead eyes
As you feel you're trapped in
Sludge
Hubble
And trouble
You wish you could no longer see
But, then you realise
As she reaches out
It's just for a cup of tea!
YOU ARE READING
Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
