If her mate is a bore she takes 

her potions and a witch finds her husband. She may regret it when he 
dies (and it won’t be difficult to pretend
unexpectedly”) as he is burned to ashes 
She heads for Salem to overcome “grief” 
may speak against tying the knot and refuse her own knots of sadness 
to be justified in death of love, never again 
marry, and take a peek at the memories of his sad marriage and at last call her 
brother before bed to start a new war
A triple Golden Shovel poem using three lines from “The Witch” by Elizabeth Willis 

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