Wicked Witch

The Wicked Witch is a scary Halloween poem by Jack Prelutsky. It’s about an ugly old crone who flies through the night on her broomstick, casting spells. This poem appeared in the book Nightmares – Poems to Trouble Your Sleep.

Wicked Witch

She comes by night, in fearsome flight
In garments black as pitch,
The queen of doom upon her broom,
The wild and wicked witch

A cackling crone with brittle bones
And desiccated limbs.
Two evil eyes with warts and sties
And bags about the rims.

A dangling nose, ten twisted toes
And folds of shrivelled skin.
Cracked and chipped and crackled lips
That frame a toothless grin.

She hurtles by, she sweeps the sky
And hurls a piercing screech.
As she swoops past, a spell is cast
On all her curses reach.

Take care to hide when the wild witch rides
To shriek her evil spell.
What she may do with a word or two
Is much too grim to tell.

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