A Whimsical Witch

by Ravena Wolfborn

Well, I asked my dad for a letter and an emotion. He chose G and whimsy, so I made a slightly whimsical Glynda Goodwitch poem. I don't necessarily know if it follows the theme entirely, but I made it.

A Whimsical Witch

A dance around the room

sure seems to soothe

me in a way I'd never known.

And, looking at the sky,

I have to wonder why

the stars seem so bright.

Then, the broken moon,

which seems to rise so soon,

beckons me to see it.

A wistful look,

I only found in books,

overtakes my reflection.

I imagine how it would be

if I could truly see

it whole again.

But I smile at my thoughts,

which this night has brought,

and think of my life.

I became so stern,

and when will I learn

that I can truly be

such a whimsical witch indeed.