Whipswitch Witch

Way down in Whipswitch Hollow,

where the wild pigs disappear to wallow,

no one dared go there or follow,

the fear was too much to swallow.

Deer had been seen entering that track,

seen going in, but not coming back.

anyone that bravely tried under attack,

by spidery webs and the sound of, "hack, hack."

As if someone were chopping up wood,

but it could also be bodies, all understood.

Entering Whipswitch Hollow was forbidden,

for no one knew what there was hidden.

One night, Johnny and Mary were courting,

wandered aimlessly through the woods chatting.

The air was chill and the moon was bright,

only love was on their mind, nothing of fright.

Not paying attention where they had gone,

they wandered into the hollow following a fawn.

The moon disappeared and bats fluttered around,

they could hear an owl hoot its beckoning sound.

With spiders above and snakes below,

the brave young couple just wanted to know.

With love on their side they moved on,

hoping to find what was there by the dawn.

Came upon a clearing where the moon was bright,

its pale light casting shadows while the owl sat tight.

Where a cute little cottage shown in the pale light,

from within came an old woman into the night.

"Who goes there? Who dares to come here?"

The old woman spoke, with a smile and good cheer.

She was dressed in a very old grandmotherly style,

but it fit her cheery personality matching her smile.

"We are just lost lovers wandering in the night.

Just happened on your clearing. Did we give you fright?

We never knew you lived here for all of our years,

were told not to come here because of their fears."

"I am the Good Witch of Whipswitch Hollow.

I restore your soil when you let it go fallow.

Bring birds and butterflies back in the spring,

give love a chance to grow and every other thing."

She gave them good blessings for their life ahead,

and told them to tell the others that she was not dead.

The lovers returned to tell others to follow,

and not to fear the Good Witch of Whipswitch Hollow.

Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull

10/27/22

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