Day 8  National Poetry Writing Month

Today`s prompt is to write a poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.

Tilly Broad

They called me the village witch

as I was one who could heal those that suffer

I only used natural remedies my mother taught me

but others didn`t see it that way

I visited Mary down by the river

OH my! she was in so much pain

I gave her a calming balm

then stayed until she slept soundly

Days later, I was up before the Judge

accused of being a witch

Now, I float invisibly through the streets

unable to help anyone no more!

(C) Lissie Bull 2021