Day Twenty-One of NaPoWriMo, write a poem around a minor character from a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt but then the idea for the following poem struck and I decided to try and write that. I’ve noticed I use repetition quite a lot in my poems so I’m going to try and avoid it for the next few I think.
Also! Today is National Poem In Your Pocket Day!
The Witch’s Gardener
The witch’s gardener was too old to remember his name.
He sat by the turnips,
stamped his feet against the dirt
and tried to rattle the soil from the cracks in his boots.
That was about all he was good for these days.
When the man came over the wall,
searching for rampion,
he stayed where he was,
hunched a little further into his collar
and let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed.
Became one with the terracotta, the twine and the mulch.
When the witch asked about a thief
Blamed ‘rabbits perhaps?’
more mutter than question.
He didn’t see the man come back,
he didn’t hear the witch’s deal,
he didn’t see the stolen child.
He let his body melt into the clutter by the potting shed
and when it was quieter,
let himself whistle
as he tended the veg.
The witch’s garden was too old to remember his name.
There was no one to tell it to anyway.