Fairies and witches.
A large black oak, (I knew through the nature table
in the classroom),
was the dwelling place of the black evil witch
with bony fingers, and the nose of a crow
sprouting warts and hairs, and sporting the
black gown of nuns who lived
on the corner where we used to thread daisies
I was the witch.
The other girls were always fairies,
pink and white, pig tailed and right
about almost anything to do
with butterflies and the best wings.
I was the witch. I ran screaming,
my heart beating, after the angels.
They would turn, smiling, shrieking
and hit me -bad witch that I was.