Witch Poem by Barbara Curtis

I want to be a witch
And walk a Wiccan path
I'll collect slimy toads and leaches
And keep them in my bath.

I'd have a pointed hat
Perched upon my head
And have hairy bats and ravens
Flying round my bed.

I'd fly upon my broomstick
High into the air
And travel round the moon
Just because I dare.

I could have a sinister alter
For casting of my spells
All black with teeth and candles
Bone, hair and nasty smells.

I could have a creepy cottage
In a dark forbidding wood
I'd make you very welcome
If wander by you should.

My cauldron would be full
Of many tasty things
And when you came to visit
We could have some nice bat wings.

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Barbara Curtis 21/9/2012