'Centuries Ago I Was Cursed By a Witch', and other poems

Monica Martin

Centuries Ago I Was Cursed By a Witch

It was all hallows

I was saved from the gallows

By a witch from the ditch

Who had a little twitch

Who turned me into frog

And she was cooking up a dish

Of hogs and frogs

Lentils and green beans

She cut up a big pumpkin

To thicken the stew

Just before she popped in some frogs

Frog 1 and frog 2, ha ha.

But alas frog 2 leaped out

Of the steamy thickened brew

Just to be able to tell the tale

From centuries ago being cursed by a witch,

Ha ha ha ha!

Excuse me, you look like you know me

Excuse me; you look like you know me

Hello, who are you?

Where did you come from?

How do I know you?

Where am I?

I was in the Darkness

Now I see a little bit of light

I can hear people talking

Excuse me; you look like you know me?

Yes. I am your mother and this is your Father.

Love is Blind

We locked ourselves in the house last Sunday.

All three people sick with Covid.

Oh what a bummer.

We lie in different bedrooms.

Coughing and snuffling come the sounds

through the walls.

Days turn to Nights.

Nights turn to Days.

We sleep, we wake, we eat, we drink.

Only the sounds of traffic passing amuses us.

Headache, niggling pain in the throat,

nose, eyes and ears.

Sweating profusely.

Then two days later, pain in the kidney.

It doesn’t stop until the day we start feeling better.

There is a light though.

We may never get to see Jack L, but

With God’s help we will live to see the new light in our life.

Our grandchild is due next April.

Monica Martin is a member of Inklings Writing Group, who meet on Tuesdays at 11am and Wednesdays at 7.30pm in the Annebrook House Hotel. Aspiring writers welcome.