there is a
witch living
on the corner
where the four
roads meet.

Her eye is
evil, her
nose crooked.

She lays down
the tarot
pattern
with wrinkled
hands.

Asks “do you wish
tea of wormwood
or henbane?”

She will enchant
your mind now
into fields of
wild roses.

Joan McNerney’s poetry is scheduled to appear at vox poetica in 2009.