THE WITCH

'The Nameless Place'  by  Trish

My mother is a wicked witch.

She's taken my doll Betty with the broken head

and thrown it into the fire. She says,

'Now! that's the end of her!'

I hear the fire crackle, see the pretty face of my doll, with her little blue  lips, melt before my eyes.

Later in the day, my mother takes the  key,

that hangs on the long fine gold chain around her plump neck,

points it at me, and tells me to go on an errand for her.

She slips the key into the tiny key hole, looks from side to side,
then quickly turns the key, and opens the door, barely wide enough for me to squeeze my skinny frame through.

I hurry away as fast as I can, but I still hear her voice,
that's because her witch voice lives in my ears. It always has. Her voice says,
'No, no, no, wrong, wrong, wrong! Just you dare, just you dare! young lady! and see what happens!'


But, I have a secret. Its a moonbeam. Well that's what I've called  it.
I'm not afraid of her wicked voice in my ears, when it glows within me,
The only problem is, I don't know what turns the little beam on.

I can't remember when the, moonbeam twinkle, began
helping me with my troubles.

I think it would have been on one of those nights,
when there was angry shouting in our house.
On those nights, I would sit in my bedroom, and hold my breath, to hear better.
A misty darkness would float around me. As I held my breath and listened, the floating darkness would turn into a blanket of smokey gray mist, it would roll over and over, until it covered me from head to toe, and keep me a prisoner all night.

That's why I'm frightened of loud voices, especially angry ones.
And that's why I never  dare to do anything, for fear of what might happen to me.

I have no idea, what could happen, but I can feel,

'Moving On'  by  Trish

 it would be something worse than any thing I could think of,

or anything I've ever heard of in my five years on earth.

I do wish I knew how to make the moonbeams light stay on,

I think it would make my world a wonderful place.

But never mind, the glow is definitely growing,

and as it grows, it lights up more and more of the darkness.

So,with the help of my little moonbeam friend,

my world  will  one day be, a truly wonderful place.

Tushie





'Betty Before She Died'   by Trish

                                                                 (Betty has a hood on
                                                                   to cover her broken
                                                                   crown)