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…….
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Alas, poor witch
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:)
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Wonderful work, Kim.
I thought you might enjoy this:
https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2013/10/company-for-dinner.html
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Oh yes, that’s a wonderful poem! Great discretion, and you make us sorry for the witch, but then there is that last line……
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…cool poem
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Thank you!
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That’s clever Kim!
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Thank you John.
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Isolation turns everything inside out. (K)
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Yes, we’ve all learnt that recently…… :)
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