The Bad Witch

How about some Monday morning Halloween Poetry   From my 2026 Halloween in Poetry Land Collection… The Bad Witch

There is no room, on her broom
For any extra passengers
Taking flight, every night
For street cleaning scavengers.

Not too clean, she’s really mean
And will take away your things
With a verse, inflicts a curse
And a deadly spell it brings.

Moving slow, being a crow
Or did she turn you to stone?
Locked in a cave, being a slave
Or freeze dried to the bone. 

Maybe a rabbit, an old habit
The bad witch always makes
Turned to dust, or maybe rust
Like particles of floating flakes.

Treat her badly, she will gladly
Turn you into a bat
Push her more, then you score
A hundred years as a cat.

Try to be nice, there is a price
As she buries you in a ditch
Kills your soul and plays the role
Of the one and only bad witch.

Written by Catherine Mellen 

Wishing everyone a marvelous Monday and a wonderful new week ahead.