This story is written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt https://scvincent.com/2017/01/12/thursday-photo-prompt-swan-writephoto/.
How do a marzipan witch, a grey fondant cat, a melancholy peacock and golden swans fit together? Well, read on to find out.
The marzipan witch and the golden swans
In Chocolate land, there lives a marzipan witch;
She lives under a hedge in a chocolate mud ditch;
Her housekeeper is her grey, fondant cat;
Who keeps their home tidy and sweeps the mat.
This pair are always busy and do lots of kind deeds;
They help the squirrels collect their winter seeds;
They tend the bluebells that grow wild in the wood;
And encourage them to grow where they should.
The marzipan witch knows an amazing spell;
That she keeps to herself, and others won’t tell;
With it, she can assist any creature, bad or good;
That is lonely and sad and feels misunderstood.
The spell overcomes obstacles and finds a way;
For love and happiness to be found without delay;
The witch is friendly and kind with a very good heart;
She’s always there to help creatures make a new start.
She had a visit one day from a melancholy bird;
Looking at him she thought his sadness absurd;
A stunning peacock with lovely feathers of blue;
And others of green of every shade and hue.
How could such a creature feel sad and unhappy?
The very thought made her feel quite snappy;
Nothing could make some birds feel pleased;
Then he told his tale and her feelings eased.
His poor little peahen had taken ill and died;
He felt so sad he just sobbed and cried;
This state of affairs went on for a year;
His faithful friends for his health did fear.
He’d recently met a swan with a golden breast;
Together they’d built a magnificent nest;
But he could not swim, try as he might;
He’d nearly drowned which gave them a fright.
They wanted to be together and build a life;
They’d help each other through trouble and strife;
Peacocks are known to be faithful and loyal;
His inability to swim this lovely dream did spoil.
The marzipan witch decided this wish to grant;
And the secret words of her spell began to chant;
His feathers lost their colour and turned quite white;
His feathers grew waxy, becoming water tight.
His breast feathers became tinged with gold;
He turned into a swan, magnificent and bold;
He turned to the witch and honked his delight;
His whole manner was now happy and bright.
The two swans lived together for ever more;
Delighted at what life had for them in store;
A gaggle of fluffy goslings, one, two, three;
Every day on the lake the family you’ll see.
The witch and her cat often came to play;
The goslings always begged them to stay;
So life was happy on the condensed milk river;
Until one day it had narrowed to a slither…
but that is a story for another day.
Written by Robbie Cheadle
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