Witch (Poem)

Witch

By Morgan Stardancer



She sees faeries

And talks to her herb garden.

And everyone laughs.

She feels colors,

And says there is magic in the Moon.

And everyone laughs.

She never hurts anyone

And loves her oak tree like a child.

And everyone laughs.

She always helps a stranger

And yet neighborhood strays adore her

And everyone laughs.

She sits and cries

And mumbles to the shadows,

And no one cares.

Once her hair was long and bright,

Now it is a matted mess
And no one cares.

She used to dance among the trees,

Now she can't find them

And no one cares.

Dreams of magick fill her days;

Magick she can almost touch.

And no one cares.

The day she died her herbs did too.

And her oak tree bowed its limbs.

A single candle burned in her window

With naught there but the cats.

And no one understands. ..