Poem 11

Wicked Witch

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Today Jenny from  Ramblings From A Mum  said, you think you’re alright yes? Try these three words and do your worst. Tyrant, disaster and destruction – so I did!!

I surveyed the scene

Devastation, as far as the eye could see

The tyrant had delighted in wreaking vengeance

On me and those I loved

Leaving us nothing but shells

Cut outs that

She tossed about at her whim.

Never caring that it was those she loved who suffered from her callousness.

In the mist of disaster

Emerged heroes,

Models of resilience I never thought

Could survive

The cutting

Slashing

Willful

Vindictiveness.

Suffer I heard her say

As a child was turned away

Left in the cold

Another slapped and tormented

Escape was all they could muster.

Yet the tyrant, oblivious of her actions

Continued her righteousness

Blaming all for her

Justified destruction.

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9 Responses to Poem 11

  1. oh oh someone mention my name? 😉 You once again have made me proud – this was cruel and powerfully emotive my friend – you have done well.

  2. Anja's avatar Anja says:

    Oh my….different tone from you. I like it Mr Phantom sir.

  3. gimpet's avatar gimpet says:

    Our deepest fears, our darkest thoughts, our strongest emotions invoke works of Feeling that reach into the very heart of all. I Felt this in every part of me.

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