Inspired by today’s poems on perspectives and potions  

We knew you were a witch
But we was young
And sure of everything

We saw you in the shops
Hair disguised as a taut bun
Churchlike green-patterned dress
You didn’t fool us
A dark cape and wildness
Waited at home for your return  

You kept a dog named Merlin 
A cranky brown blob of fluff
That sniffed and waddled the yard
But we had heard about
A black cat’s power  

When you swept your porch
We recognized the old straw broom
Had seen you riding it
Shadowed against the moon  

We heard you crooning over plants
An herb garden my mother called it
But we understood the spells
Of mugwort and sage  

My thoughts bumped into you tonight
As I sat at the table with my tea
Brushing hair grey as ashes
The moon singing outside my window