4th Class Halloween Poetry
The Witches’ Spell
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,
Fillet of a fenny snake
In a cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting.
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing.
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Witch Goes Shopping
Witch rides off
Upon her broom
Finds a space
To park it.
Takes a shinny shopping cart
Into the supermarket.
Smacks her lips and reads
The list of things she needs:
‘Six bats’ wings
Worms in bring
Ears of toads
Eight or nine.
Slugs and bugs
Snake skins dried
Buzzard innards
Pickled, fried.’
Witch takes herself
From shelf to shelf
Cackling all the while.
Up and down and up and down and
In and out each aisle
Out come cans and cartons
Tumbling to the floor.
‘This,’ says Witch, now all a-twitch
‘Is a crazy store.
I CAN’T FIND A SINGLE THING
I AM LOOKING FOR!.
The Visitor
A crumbling churchyard, the sea and the moon;
The waves had gouged out the grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone.
He saw a skeleton on the ground;
A ring on a bony finger he found.
He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring.
‘Oh, where did you get it?’ He said not a thing.
‘It’s the loveliest ring in the world,’ she said,
As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.
At midnight they woke. In the dark outside,
‘Give me my ring!’ A chill voice cried.
‘What was that, William? What did it say?’
‘Don’t worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.’
‘I’m coming1’ A skeleton opened the door.
‘Give me my ring!’ It was crossing the floor.
‘What was that, William? What did it say?’
‘Don’t worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.’
‘I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed’
The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.
It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air;
‘I’ll drag you out of the bed by the hair1’
‘What was that, William? What did it say?’
‘’Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!’
She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill,
Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill,
Fainter…and fainter…Then all was still.
- A ring on a bony finger he found.
