by Janet Bunce
Witches' Brew
Every Halloween night I come by this
house.
It opens up its windows to me and slams
its doors.
When I creep inside I feel
welcome.
I breathe in to feel the connection with
days past.
I exhale the memories of people I have
known. Their images dance on the walls of each room.
I breathe back in those I have loved,
leaving only those that have done me harm. Their numbers are
diminishing.
I ask for forgiveness knowing that it is
a futile cause.
A witch even one that has worked for
good will always be hated in Salem.
About the author
Author bio: Janet lives in the old
market town of Saffron Walden and loves the history of the place. She works too
much and finds it hard to find time to write but when she does finds it really
fulfilling.
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