11 Moon A Witches Nose- NICHOLS & MCALLISTER

He sees me as a sudsy ditz,
He sees me as a charming twit
A bauble of boob and flesh
But there's more than a whore of skin and lust
That lives within my breast
There's a world and a way I've travelled within
And without...

Last night under a moon with a witches nose
i saw a skeleton tree wave its arms at me
No light on the road from town
The wind was like a blow of sound
Lightning cracked the sky
And there was no one in the world but I

So I ran in my rain-drenched shawl
To a small thatched hut ahead
Where I knocked at the the door and heard a voice
that said
"Enter in peace"

A candle burned inside
A man and woman
Huddled against the cold
The man was bone, the woman stone
She offered porridge and a blanket which I took
And the candle shone bright and yellow as I shook

An hour passed...more or less
The candle went out, and I was warm so I left
Out the door with thanks...
For the small gifts we get in the dark
The small gifts we give in the dark
The moon is a witches nose
And the skeleton tree weaves its charms
And we wake at times from the sleepy dream
And see that things are not always what they seem...