Wicked Wild Witch


Zip! Zap! Zoom!
I feel like riding on a broom
A pointy hat with a plume, one which is rich in a scarlet bloom

A fancy red velveteen cloak, a pocket watch made of oak and gold!
She spells unending youth, and holla! will never grow old
Her mane of shining hair sprawls in hind
As she rides on, leaving the wind behind

Call her what you might, fear her if you will
She is the Witch of Winter Wonderland, personifying beauty and thrill
She rules em all, she beseeches none
The dame has it all, while millions behind her run…

Oh! if only I had it in me, to be like the lady in my wicked dream!

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~ by eugenicist on March 1, 2011.

9 Responses to “Wicked Wild Witch”

  1. Unending youth…fantastic fountain of witch!
    Thanks for the fun read!
    🙂

  2. wow! wow! WOW! love the rhyme and that take on the witch! thanks again eugenicist for your vote! here’s my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cinderella-for-a-man/

  3. Riding on a broom with the masses at your feet does sound like a good time! This was a wicked fun poem!

  4. profound word play..

    lovely entry.

    A++
    🙂

  5. keep up the excellence, keep sharing.
    🙂

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