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.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Well.. well... well.
So her really long hair had gotten caught in his zip when she knelt down to buckle her shoe. Same thing happened my sister and her boyfriend, John. Entirely innocent Just then Jack had appeared.

Hold on David... it what...it's about what!! Well 'pon my soul you old dog! Haha.

Well done DLP. !!

[D Connolly]

Very cute, You're a rascal David ;)

[T.S. Sky]

I wasn't expecting this one but nonetheless great read.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

A well written tale...DLP...as always...

[Uranus]

"That Warlock’s scratched her itch." - I knew it then what you mean, or what his dad mean in this beautiful naughty poem. :)

[Frozen Eyes]

Wow that's real food for the imagination...

[Omikron]

I am lost for words. This poem is perfect in so many ways, the structure, the rhymes, the emotional impact, and not for a second was I bored! You truly are a very talented writer, thank you for sharing your talent with the rest of the world

// O

[Coyote Poetry]

The story made me smile. I like the characters and the ending. You create great visions and left the reader with a token laugh. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Avinash]

This one took us to a forbidden territory but equally enjoyable nevertheless. Things a child witnesses during his formative years often shapes up a big part of future identity as a man.