Wandering the world, the witch brings cold

Where there is light she snuffs it out

Her wings obscure the distant stars

Her breath fills palaces with gold


The kings and courtiers count and plan

The heavy castles rise and spread

They dance a new and heady tune,

The merchant and the artisan.


The witch has taken to the night

Again, and cupped her smothering wings

The starving people try to eat

The blocks that seemed so strong and bright


The robes and sceptres rot or twist

The castles’ windows are all dark

When the witch lands, the stars are born

And with the dawn comes gentle mist.

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  1. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  March 7, 2012

    interesting version of a witch…
    I like how I took it in
    Thank you..

    • Thanks. Sometimes my witches are quite positive, as in “The witch of the river has long green hair…”, but this one isn’t!

  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  March 7, 2012

    witches as humans all have their shadows…
    some have learned to balance them…
    I still like it !

  3. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  March 7, 2012

    and I will look up your “The Witch of the River With the Long Green Hair”

    • Thanks. I’m sure these poems have meanings beyond what I can identify.

      The older poem’s title is “The Witch of the River”. I quoted the first line. I wrote it after staring into a moderately fast-flowing river, watching the long, green strands of waterweed shifting in the current much like a woman’s long hair and imagining it was the hair of a sort of water-goddess.


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