The Witch Laments the Children

You think you want to know
how it feels
           to be wanted

to be swaddled and coddled
and dandled in a pair of strong arms.

One bundle of sticks they left you,
and the fire has long since

burned to ash.                Oh you,
with your tender hearts,

your bruised little babies’ feet,
if you want someone to keep you,

my door is open.
If you want someone to hold you,

come inside.

Liz Kay is a founding editor of Spark Wheel Press and the journal burntdistrict. Her poems have appeared in, or are forthcoming from, such journals as Beloit Poetry Journal, Nimrod, RHINO, Sugar House Review, and Willow Springs. Her chapbook "Something to Help Me Sleep" is available from {dancing girl press}.