Desperate times call for desperate measures; bothering the witch.
Poem: Desperate times call for desperate measures; bothering the witch.
What’s hiding in your bag of tricks?
A lucky charm
or have you one or two new broomsticks?
Have a good look and cast your much needed spell
To make all behave responsibly
For the wretched to do good and crawl out of this intentionally orchestrated hell
Well, I’ll help you to carry your ingredients and that old rusty cauldron,
Wing of a bat, eye of newt and a splash of some rum?
Is that how it’s done?
Will all battles then be won?
All anxieties overcome?
Will it ever return,
normality and the ‘once upon a fun?’
See what you can do
I may be clutching at straws but
I have every faith in you…
Review: Desperate times call for desperate measures; bothering the witch
What on earth is going on here?!
Is the poet taking a genuine interest? or is just being curious? In this instance, to be curious for curiosity’s sake is a luxury and an absurdity! It’s risky is it not?
A bag of tricks? A witch is not a magician at a kiddies party
It’s a witch for goodness sake and there is no ‘goodness’ sake about it, is there?
It’s wickedness! The pointy hat (I imagine she has one) should be a give away!
From what I can see, the poet is mistaking ‘the witch’ for some sort of ‘fairy godmother!’ There’s been a mix up. Clearly, to me, It looks like the poet has got the fairy tales in a twist!
Re-read them poet, please do before it’s too late… Save yourself! You could be toast! I cross my fingers for you, and I read on.
The poet is indeed bothering the witch with all the questions
But what are the intentions?
I learn that the poet is after a favour here and is asking the witch for help but to help humanity.
Whoa! What a BIG ASK! And a ridiculously far-fetched way of thinking.
The poet, decides to not judge the witch but gives her a chance to do good and reverse the bad stuff that’s going on in the world. Oh, how I am laughing at this!
If certain things in the world have not changed by now, have created a pattern and established a culture then, sorry to break it to you poet, the likelihood of things changing wont!. ‘A witch’ seeing the error of her ways to do ‘good’ IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.
A witch is a witch and witches won’t do you poet, nor the world any favours!
Naive, naive, naïve you are!
Naive as it is but it’s adorable how the poet is wanting to help the witch move her pot and mix the ingredients.
But these are desperate times are they not? Hearing of the daily news, there’s
crisis after crisis.
Climate, wars, financial, health, transport, education, political. The list goes on and on… but hasn’t it always been thus?
I can see why the poet is looking at the bad in the hope of the bad becoming the good.
“Clutching at straws” is a great metaphor, it’s an attempt at holding on. The poet is not giving up.
Admirable?
Bonkers, yes.
Risky, well yes.
Worth the risk?
Time will be the accurate judge of that.
Witches aside, can folk in general change their ways?
Yes and no. Circumstances will always play a major factor.
A good little mystic poetic read to bring up talking points of good and bad.