the witch's lament

the witch cried and twisted

trying to say the words not in her mind

she travelled dark woods

and nightmares

…in search

blue rivers turned black

as she crossed them

undithered

she travelled across -

towards the heap of rubbles -

in search of words,

as cold as the deserted stones

at midnight stroke

the fairy godmother will come,

turn her to a fairy once again.

she must find the words to stop this.

the witch cried and twisted

trying to say the words not in her mind
trying to not say the words in her mind !