Potions

by Emi   Jan 20, 2021


Writhing worms,
blended bees,
two tasty teeth,
knobbly knees,
moulded cheese;

skillfully stirred
into Carol's cauldron
one more ingredient:
a "three, two and one"
then the witches spell is done.

A cackle was heard all across the land
as Griselda snatched a little girls hand.

Cast under a spell, Mary instantly obeyed,
of Griselda, she wasn't even a smidgen afraid.

A strand of Mary's blonde hair was all the witches required
but the sweet, scent of Mary made Griselda perspire:
with being a witch she was playing with fire.

Soon, the spell would begin to dwindle and daylight begin to break through,
so Griselda better hurry home, or the next little girl needed could be you.

©Emi

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  • 1 month ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Child eating witches?! ( Gulp )

    Great poem, loved reading it :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Child eating witches?! ( Gulp )

    Great poem, loved reading it :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Bubble bubble toil and trouble here, Em. Should I call you, Emi?
    A nice gruesome tale of nasty witches who like to eat girls. I best warn Ben's daughter that the cackling sisters are on the loose.
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