Where Magpies fly, there was a witch;
Lived on hillocks, by the ditch,
Lied by daylight, carried sticks.
Where Magpies fly, she set a spell;
And someone fell down in a well,
And it made a pretty hell.
Where Magpies fly, then do not go;
For the old have older souls-
And everything they have- they stole.
Nice poem written very well with great texture and incredible imagery. Great rhythmic flow. I liked it. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'On the wheel of time' on page 9.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this one Patti..loved the perfect rhyming