The two gnomes did silently creep one night
into the Witch’s grounds, the moon so bright
they planned to raid her garden for food
which would put the Witch in a foul mood
“Surely the Witch is here and will see us!”
one said to the other scared of a fuss.
“No, she left on her broom some days ago
and hasn’t returned, so she can’t say no.”
Unknown to them both, the Witch had returned
on her broom earlier that day feeling spurned
She was in a mood, and spied the two gnomes
creeping to her garden, she browsed her tomes
She pulled out her dark wand once they were near
as they approached her crops, she flicked the air
Instantly they were turned into clay figurines
“Serves them right for trying to take my aubergines”
So there the two are in her garden still
a warning not to take against her will
slowly their colours fade and motionless they still stand
if they had asked, she might have given a helping hand.
Word count: 174
I’m 24 words over the limit. I’m sorry about that.
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69.
©2020 Joanne Fisher