I do ‘Duet Poems’ because it’s fun asking a stranger to play a part completely unseen. And they often deviate from the written version, which makes the reading seem more alive…and longer. You’d think that wouldn’t work at all but it almost always has. This unwitting volunteer witch is often a slightly drunk man … who may becomes a screeechy Widow Twanky stereotype…or not. So this is a guide not a set of instructions.

The Boy:

Witch, you could kiss my blabbermouth

Witch, I could clasp your warty hand

Which you might thrust in my thieving heart.

Down Witch!

The Witch:

What!

Lying like lambs?

Loving like lions?

While praying to nothing…that we won’t be found?.

And nobody hears us?

Think on!

The Boy:

Witch I will tangle your corkscrew hair

Which caresses my scaly skin

I would follow your thieving heart.

I will kiss your blabbermouth

I will chew your warty tongue

Down Witch!

The Witch:

Can’t tame the stars above you

Can’t make this bluebell girl love you

Go home boy

You’re just so extra!