Crooked

free verse, Poetry, Small Poems

Hello everyone and welcome back to NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was to write a poem incorporating magic into it somehow, so here’s my attempt – enjoy!


And the witch sits alone in her crooked house,
crooked in every way
- her nose is as bent as her broomstick,
her magic as busted as her back,
which curls itself around her
cauldron.
What is more beautiful
than this?

This poem was written as part of National Poetry Writing Month 2018 [Day 8]

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