My Teacher Is a Witch
She doesn’t give detentions
but casts spells-
my best friend now sits
on a stool in the corner of the room
as a toad
for an unwanted remark.
Her topics include-
potions for everyday use
how to wave a magic wand
and incantations.
Her Driver’s Ed course
teaches students
how to ride a broom.
A dark cloud lingers
over her pointed hat,
and follows her
as she paces
in the front of the class room.
There’s no rain,
only a rumble of thunder
of her thoughts.
Bats flutter and swarm
like shadows
in the corner of the room
as everyone sits still
captured by her spell.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment