Good afternoon everyone – I do apologise for the hiatus in getting some new verses to you, but it’s getting a bit more difficult as time passes.
However, here is another poem, written by Christina Lynn, and with an “Early Covid-19” Theme……
THE NOON-DAY WITCHES
On Thursday night at eight they came
To clap for carers was the aim
And after, friends and neighbours stayed awhile
For a chat -t’would boost morale.
Now ladies Sandra, Ros, Margaret & Anne
Heads together made a plan
Front gardens, mornings in the sun
Have a drink & eat a bun.
We can have a right good natter
‘Bout all the things that really matter.
There’s many topics they discuss,
Great debate with little fuss.
Perhaps if there were men around
Arguments they would abound!
Most days, when at twelve o’clock
I take a short walk round the block,
From a distance I can hear
Much laughter, witch-like cackles
Quite scary, it can raise your hackles.
So I’ve given them a name
Which came unbidden to my brain.
‘Noon Day witches’ don’t take offence
I know to you might make no sense,
But I’d just listened to this music
For you its title seemed to fit!
Yes you really made me smile
From real witches I would run a mile,
But you’ve no broomsticks, hats or spells
And helping others you do well.
Of ladies you are Wannock’s best
And the tea you made it passed the test.
On Wednesdays when you came to pour
And cakes dispense and much much more
“The Noon Day Witches” is the title of a symphonic poem by Antonin Dvorak