TREE AM I

Picture by Hilbrandt

Leaf and limb do I forever bind to thee
Bark and root confine you to the ground as a tree
These were the words to the witch's spell
The words that made my life a living hell
A lad was I when upon the witch I did stumble
A clumsy boy who did make her trip then tumble
And in her fury from her hands she let lightning bolts fly
So I could not avoid her curse and spell thought I did try
A flash of light with waves of heat and a spark of pain
Then only her laughter as she walked on down the lane
It was true my feet were stuck as if rooted to the ground
I was changing into a tree and there was no help to be found
To quick the change for me to even call out it seemed
Trapped forever with the panic on my face as I screamed
Year after year the seasons have come as life passed by
Till in the forest the oldest gnarled and twisted tree am I
Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[A. Fiorillo]

Oh I love this soooooo. It's like a magical tale! :)

[Bear]

Thank you, it was a fun writing challenge.

[Ronnie]

Great poem, I like the the fact it's like a story enjoyed reading it.

[Bear]

Thank you, the poem was part of a writing challenge just for this picture.