And as for that one

[smokingboot]

I always was a witch
Not the kind sat by a spinning wheel,
Not the cauldron crafter, gatherer of herbs
No broomstick, wise hands, pumpkin by the door
I am that time the clouds looked upside down
The quizzical expression of a stranger
The message chalked upon a pavement
When you remembered what was going to happen.
I am what rolled the escalator backwards.
Graffiti at the deserted bus station
giving you directions before you blinked,
found yourself atop a rodeo steer, blinked again,
passport checked, flying to Another Country
I am a scrabble tile for no word ever.
I am the wiring in this elevator,
the city in the tesseract, and its guide,
storm in the air, heart whirling on the sand.
A voice will say;'we don’t know what this is
so til we do, best call it a witch.'
But you know better, when you hear my name
among the murmurations on the wind

Comments

[bleodswean]

*thunk*

I LOVE this!!! I love the bang bang bang of the lines and how each line is in itself a poem! Just fantastically well done, compelling and thought provoking. A handful of stories there!

[smokingboot]

I am delighted you like it, thank you so much!

It was inspired by my return from a New Years party one morning years back, when crossing Westminster Bridge, I saw chalked on the pavement the words 'maybe you should have stayed.'