I peek out my witch window
a double hung sash, the sheet
of glass placed diagonally
on the second-storey gable wall.
My siding’s sideways glance
stops the witch’s broom flying thru
when bodies banished from Salem
Massachusetts begin to move.
a double hung sash, the sheet
of glass placed diagonally
on the second-storey gable wall.
My siding’s sideways glance
stops the witch’s broom flying thru
when bodies banished from Salem
Massachusetts begin to move.
too narrow to pass, I took a king
size box and cut the springs in two.
I close the curtains tight and recite
the lord’s prayer on my knees.
Now I’ve gone from counting sheep
to catching z’s in a dead sleep,
air at night cold as my witchy teat.
Cassidy McFadzean is the author of Hacker Packer (McClelland & Stewart, 2015). Her poems have appeared in magazines across Canada with new work in Carousel, Prelude, and The Walrus. She is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and currently lives in Regina where she is a sessional lecturer at Luther College.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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