My edible home has no gingerbread

Its colours are cold and serious
and the clocks stopped a long time ago

Being alone for a long time
I have started to listen differently

Everything turns outward
but I turn up in all the wrong places

The witch is never dead
just sitting lonely in her edible home

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

My Cheese seller challenged me to write a poem with this title…….

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