The Good Witch

They never said why she was wicked
That was just taken on Faith
She’d a face to fill you with fear
No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair
Along with a welcoming leer
But a Good Witch
Really likes people
Good Witches really do care
For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones
The feckless and foolish and silly ones
The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft
Is so hard to control
It’s everyday caring, loving and sharing
That’s a Witch’s center and soul
And a Good Witch
Looks to the ages
Betwixt this world and the next
More edges than people can know
Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow
Right and Wrong, don’t always show
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft
Is so hard to control
It’s everyday caring, loving and sharing
That’s a Witch’s center and soul
«A Good Witch
Never Cackles
Cackling is not just
A 'Nasty' laughter
It means your mind
Drifting away from its anchor
It means, loneliness and hard work
Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time
Until you thought it was normal to stop washing
And wear a kettle on your head
It means thinking
Right and Wrong, are Negotiable
In the end…
It means going to the Dark
A BAD road!
At the end of that road
With, Poison Spinning Wheels
And Gingerbread Cottages…»