Ding dong
The witch is dead
We all thought she lived
to be a villain
Perhaps, not so
Sometimes these things are not
so easy to understand
Flying like a fury
She would soar through storms
Unabated
Telling her tale
Casting her spells
Felling heroes
Or were they villains
Who was she, this witch
Witch
Such a word – implying all
the bad
the brutal
the beastliness
the debauchery
But we forget
Glinda is a witch,
too
This is a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class at UMass. Yes, I’m at UMass now, and it’s simply amazing. I love no longer being at MIT; it wasn’t the right fit for me. I’ll be revising this poem, adding some more details, hopefully. It was influenced by Stephen Schwartz’ Wicked, one of my favorite musicals.
