Rumpelstiltskin And The Witches

The wheel-horse, wilful and eager
dragged the cart with its hard seats
and heavy wrought-iron frame over the bumpy track  
up the windswept hill while the witches  
stuffed wadding under their bony bottoms  
to soften the jarring bounces  
thinking to worship the weaver  
who, grinning, offered his new ware,  
a cape from spun gold for a high price of sacrifice  
but the witches with a wry smile  
had also brought with them a wreath  
and suddenly switched plans.  
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Comp entry for Through the Alphabet: the Letter "W", hosted by MadameLavender
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