‘The Witches Competition’ by Islay Gallagher
Islays’ sixth and final entry in our competition.
The Witches Competition
One burning lazy summer day
When Angie felt too tired to play
She sat on the grass in the shade of a tree
To think up a game of “What can I be?”
If I sit on that broomstick lying there
And get some wool for long black hair
I could fly up high above the ground
Casting wicked fearful spells around.
She fetched the broom and put on the wig
And grabbed Nibbles the cat who was black and big.
She called to her brother three year old Joe
“Hop on my broomstick and away we go.”
Just then a small black cloud came by
With a tittering, twittering from the sky.
Angie felt it brush softly against her ears
And a whisper said “Come with us my dears.”
The small black cloud then covered them round
And lifted them high above the ground
Nibbles, Angie and Joe sailed away on the broom
With the cloud of black witches toward the moon.
Fifty black broomsticks with fifty black cats
Long flowing hair and tall pointed hats
Laughing and screeching and jumping with glee
As they sped over mountains and rivers and sea.
Soon they came to a forest far down below
Where hundreds of black twisted trees seemed to grow
They dipped down to a clearing – a large murky glen
Filled with hundreds of witches, cackling, dancing, and then
Just as they bumped down hard on their broom
Hundreds of eerie lights lit the gloom
All the witches sat down on their cushions of stones
In front of a stage with red lanterns and bones.
In a long sparkly gown of purple and green
And a tall black pointed hat sprinkled with stars
and her hand held a wand of moonbeams from Mars.
She raised her arms and the crowd was still
Then she spoke to them in a voice loud and shrill
She said they had come to this dark forest dell
To find the most magic witch with the cleverest spell.
The competition began with shrieks and yells
As each witch had a turn to show off her spells
All sorts of magic they did for the queen
Each trying to be the best ever seen.
Then cats and dogs and big white rats
Pumpkins, mice and ugly bats
Were changed to ladies fine and fair
To princes handsome, debonair.
High leaping toads joined in the maze
And flickering flames began to blaze.
The ground became a sea of flowers
And broomsticks changed to high shining towers.
The blackened twisted trees nearby
Became jewelled archways reaching high.
The dark and gloomy forest glen
Now filled with jewels and small men.
They saw a wonderland of lights
Of colours and amazing sights
All ugly, dark and gloomy things
Were silver, gold, and sparkling rings.
“Now come on Angie. It’s our turn dear.”
A witch voice said in her ear.
“Hang on to the broomstick little Joe.
Hold Nibbles tight while we do our show.”
The broomstick came to life, and then
They swooped and soared around the glen
They somersaulted up and down
And topsy turvied like a clown.
They changed to gaudy birds of song
Swooping down with tails so long
Their feathers of gay orange and green
They perched on the stage and bowed to the queen.
They danced before her and sang so sweet
She clapped her hands and jumped to her feet.
“I do declare, they are the best.
Now change them back and let them rest.”
They sat down with a bump and that was that
Now they were Angie, Joe and Nibbles the cat.
The lights went down, and turned eerie blue
The fine ladies and princes and archways went too.
Then the cloud of black witches raised them up on their broom
They sailed up to the sky and away from the gloom
Once more over mountains and rivers and sea.
And back to their garden and the green shady tree.
“Thank you my dears,” the witchy voice said
And away swept the cloud to the blue over head.
And as the day ended, there they all sat
Just Angie and little Noe and Nibbles the cat.
© Islay Gallagher [Dannevirke]