Witch Finder
I slip in and out beyond twilight
to look what others see.
Through their eyes fitting as behind a mask
a discontented observer in a half sleep state.
I know not why but all is to bide my time
in days gone, a finger pointed at my breast bone
and declared to the man.......... witch.
There find a storm never seeing the like, hoisted up and hotted feet,
I know not why but all is to bide my time.
Copyright © Alistair Twigg | Year Posted 2016
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