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Witch by Francesca Hunt

Witch

A weary wench, withered and worn,
Wailing and weeping in the wind,
Wandering woefully where she will.
Others watching, whispering 'witch'.

Silent stares, shivering spines;
She sinks into the sodden soil.
Showering stones, shaking sobs,
A single sigh signals her sorrow.

Tears of torment, troubled and torn
Tarnished treasures, trembling the taste;
Thunderous thoughts taking their time,
Tempestuous torture telling its tale.

Callous calls crack her countenance,
Creeping curiosity confusing her calm;
Cornered, caught, crucified, killed;
A crimson current, curdling and clear.

Drudgery dampened, dreams disowned;
Dawn of deliverance, departure day;
Discordant decree, devoid of destiny;
Destitute, dumb, delivered to death.

1 comment (Add your own)

1. Diane Thom wrote:
Hello Francesca!..........congratulations on winning the poetry competition!...............I liked the way you have used words with the same beginning letters in each verse!..........it works well and adds to the atmosphere of the piece.

19/07/2015 @ 6:01 PM

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