Spi-Garoo by Anna Kingston

 

The teenage witch was filled with rage

Her emerald eyes shimmering fire.

How DARE they say she was under age!

The entire clan would feel her ire.

 

She stormed and slammed the whole day through,

Magical lightning in her wake.

“You can’t do this, you can’t, not YOU!”

And through her tears the idea did break.

 

Her eyes had fallen on the books

Belonging to the baby witch.

She picked on out, and on some hooks

She held it firm, began to stitch…

 

Random pages, muddled beasts,

Now permanently joined with thread.

What fearful schemes and wicked feasts

Would follow soon with this dreams of dread!

 

She muttered curses, fumbled spells,

Waggled fingers and poured her dust.

She didn’t hear the laughs, the bells,

“I’m going to do this, I must, I MUST!”

 

She falls asleep, in deep despair,

And dreams of chaos, dark and sweet -

She must be free, life’s so unfair,

There’s ALWAYS a baby under her feet!

 

The morning comes, blue skies and sun,

Bringing with it sounds anew

Of puff-tross, liz-pillar, and cater-non,

Of lob-hopper and spi-garoo.

 

And with those sounds are others, too,

But sounding strange to our teenage witch.

She creeps, in dread, what shall she do?!

Should she run?  She starts to twitch…

 

“Come in, come in, you marvellous girl!”

The clan crowds round and give a cheer.

Then from the babe they all unfurl

And the teen witch loses all her fear.

 

Her blinding rage, in last night’s dark,

Had hidden from her the choice of book -

A children’s classic, Noah’s Ark -

The teenage witch felt SO much luck!

 

They hugged and kissed, and marvelled anew

At the tiny ele-ger and kanga-fish.

She thanked the stars for the spi-garoo

And the perfect spell that granted her wish!

 

Anna M. Kingston © 2021