The Witch Poems by Liz Kay

When I was four,” Liz Kay says in her Willow Springs profile, “my family lived in Germany and my mother took me to see a performance of Hansel and Gretel. There were witches sweeping across the sky on swings… cackling. There were these bratty children. And of course it was in German, so I absorbed all the horror with very little context. The witch did not just disappear into the oven: she burned in it. My mother tried to assure me that she was the villain, that this meant the children were safe, but I remember not buying that.”

Out of that horror came the following poems, originally published in Willow Springs 73.  Three more poems featuring the witch appeared in the most recent issue, Willow Springs 75.





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