Header Image For The Poem 'Burn The Witch'
Sophia header [#1978267]
Header image for my poemSophia header [#1978267]
Header image for my poem
“Burn the witch! Burn the witch!”
Low echoes of the chant slithered across the dirty cobblestones and under the badly warped door of the small townhouse where Sophia and her mother sat on rickety low stools at the kitchen table mending Sophia’s ragged clothes, trying to squeeze just a little bit more life from the faded rags. Sophia's eyes widened at the noise and she glanced fearfully to her mother looking for reassurance.
"Another one, Maman," she whispered. "They are angry again." Her mother's lips compressed and Sophia felt herself mimic the expression.
"Do not fear, my sweet, there are no witches in this town," her mother said, her green eyes sparking with fury at …show more content…
She was to show no one. She slipped the small bag into the pocket of her dress, and tiptoed to the doorway. Peering into the kitchen, she saw no one, and made a dash for the sack of vegetables sitting in the corner.
Armed with a bag containing several carrots, half a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese, Sophia ventured out the front door. The cobblestone street was unnaturally void of people, and she knew from experience that if they weren't at the trial, they were hiding inside their homes. That was what she and Maman had done last time, not daring to venture outside until the furore had died down. She whimpered, wishing she could do the same this time, but her maman had been taken away.
She straightened her shoulders. It was time to go. At first she crept from house to house, but seeing no one she gathered her courage and started to run. The bag of food banged against her legs, but she ignored it. She continued until her breath was heaving in and out of her lungs, and her bare feet were aching, then she simply kept putting one foot in front of the other. She no longer recognised any of the houses she
Header image for my poemSophia header [#1978267]
Header image for my poem
“Burn the witch! Burn the witch!”
Low echoes of the chant slithered across the dirty cobblestones and under the badly warped door of the small townhouse where Sophia and her mother sat on rickety low stools at the kitchen table mending Sophia’s ragged clothes, trying to squeeze just a little bit more life from the faded rags. Sophia's eyes widened at the noise and she glanced fearfully to her mother looking for reassurance.
"Another one, Maman," she whispered. "They are angry again." Her mother's lips compressed and Sophia felt herself mimic the expression.
"Do not fear, my sweet, there are no witches in this town," her mother said, her green eyes sparking with fury at …show more content…
She was to show no one. She slipped the small bag into the pocket of her dress, and tiptoed to the doorway. Peering into the kitchen, she saw no one, and made a dash for the sack of vegetables sitting in the corner.
Armed with a bag containing several carrots, half a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese, Sophia ventured out the front door. The cobblestone street was unnaturally void of people, and she knew from experience that if they weren't at the trial, they were hiding inside their homes. That was what she and Maman had done last time, not daring to venture outside until the furore had died down. She whimpered, wishing she could do the same this time, but her maman had been taken away.
She straightened her shoulders. It was time to go. At first she crept from house to house, but seeing no one she gathered her courage and started to run. The bag of food banged against her legs, but she ignored it. She continued until her breath was heaving in and out of her lungs, and her bare feet were aching, then she simply kept putting one foot in front of the other. She no longer recognised any of the houses she