This week, we have poems from Jan Parkin and Colin Clements.
Grudges linger far too long
Dwelling on what’s right and wrong
Seeping into hearts and minds
Living in our heads they find
Linger longer eating in
Grudges stay in minds within
Prisoners of your private choice
Bearing grudges with no voice
Fill the head with mini terrors
Creeping in the dead of night
Stirring from the sleep we fight
Weighing down so heavy hearted
Forgotten all your own needs
As grudges grow and tension feeds
Grudges uselessly are spent
On resentments never seen or vent
Pressure cooker boiling dry
Emotions steam like trains gone by
Wasted on past hurt and pains
Do nothing for what can’t be changed
Eaten up yet still malnourished
Grudges like poison weeds they flourish
It happens on a clear moonlit night
The large full moon is shining bright
And if you look up in the sky
You will see the Witches go flying by
Dressed in a long black cloak and a pointed hat
And her black cat sitting at the back.
The mice and rats are dancing with delight
For the Witches cat is not there tonight.
The Witches are making a new brew
In a big cauldron as they always do
Do there spells work? No one knows
Do I believe in their spells?
I think I would rather believe in Wishing Wells!
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