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Once upon a time, a peculiar little girl
always hid
behind
brooding eyes & unkempt hair
Her look read your soul
and
stirred it inside you,
mysterious intensity often defined her
Mystic behavior
puzzled
her parents,
hours & dollars
foolishly spent
on
experts' conclusion:
“Forces of darkness are heavy influence;
SHE'S A WITCH.”
Parents instructed,
“Hide her behind a locked door!”
Prevention
of
contamination
of
The excellent parents & children of Whittier
a musty room
upon
the top floor
of a
Victorian house, ravished with age,
the little ‘witch’
cooperated
with
unjust confinement,
completely ignorant
of
special privilege
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her
only play,
interrupted
by
sounds of childish giggles
throughout
the day
she heard from an open window
many feet above
her
stony floor
“Why not permitted the company of other children to enjoy?”
Thought unanswered burned inside her,
day-by-day, month-by-month, year-by-year
until
curiosity
into
jealousy
grew
and into
a frothy, bitter brew
of
which the young ‘witch’
diligently stirred
against
The excellent parents & children of Whittier
“Witch, witch
witchy poo
which we know,
Witch, do you?
Witch, witch
witchy poo
which we know,
Witch, it’s you!”
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the mantra went,
day-by-day, month-by-month, year-by-year
until
the rage brewing
overflowed
from
the ‘witch’s’ stew
&
her hands, bony,
reached
for
the handle, dusty,
of
a broom
and
growled,
“A witch am I? Then I must fly!”
Suddenly,
a jolt, flutter, twitch
propelled
the wiry ‘witch’
up
&
through
the window atop her
convex
room
Icy wind against her face
planted the smile
matching
her grace
as
she soared across the sky
The youthful grin
then
into
turned
a sneer seeking
revenge
upon
The excellent parents & children of Whittier
were her notes
the following day which read,
“Warning:
Do not be out past the hour of ten.
For tonight,
my collection of children begins!”
And now,
doors are locked,
windows shut tight,
sleepless eyes
watch through
the night
all
because
so long ago,
fear kept
an odd girl
invisible
&
deafeningly unheard
among
The excellent parents & children of Whittier
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--Christine Kincer 2003
