The Witch Of The Morning Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Witch Of The Morning



There once was a wicked Warlock
Who lived on Crabtree Hill,
He lured the Witch of the Morning there
Who was my mother still,
My father, he was the patient type
Said, ‘Son, she's just a witch,
And she'll be back in the morning, once
That Warlock's scratched her itch.

I didn't know what he meant just then,
I was far too young to know,
What people did in the darkness once
Their feelings overflowed,
But I was forever curious
And suppose that I am still,
I wanted to know, so had to go
On a trek up Crabtree Hill.

The Warlock lived in a copse of trees
In a tiny little shack,
A goat's head hung up above his door
I remember, looking back,
A window covered in mud and dust
Was the way I looked inside,
To see my mother down on her knees
Like a nasty Warlock bride.

I knew that I shouldn't be looking
Then she turned, and saw my face,
And stopped just what she was doing
Though I'd seen her loss of grace,
I turned to run, then I heard his voice
As he called my mother, ‘Cath! '
Then caught me running off through the trees
As he stood, and blocked my path.

The man was a massive mountain,
And he wore a hat with horns,
His arms like a pair of Christmas hams
As he called, ‘This one of yours? '
I fought and struggled and kicked like mad
As he took me into his shack,
While ever the Witch of the Morning smiled
And said, ‘He's just my Jack.'

‘I think we should cook him up for tea, '
Said the Warlock, with a wink,
And Cath, my mother said, ‘Let me see,
I must have a little think.
I hope that he didn't see the act
Of love that I did for you, '
Then took my hand and opened the door
And motioned me out, said, ‘Shoo.'

Now I'm a man, and I think on back
To that day on Crabtree Hill,
And just like the Warlock, I will stand
In front of my darling Jill,
While she gets down on her knees for me
On the floor, without a stitch,
To show me the love she has for me,
Just like the Morning Witch.

12 January 2017

Thursday, January 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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