“…witches are quite careful about what they say. You can never be sure what the words are going to do when they’re out of earshot.” ~ Terry Pratchett
My grandmother mistrusted impulsive wishing and promises given without thought. “You just never know,” she used to tell me. “Your wish for rain, so that the nurse can’t make it here to give you a shot, might drown someone’s crops and starve a whole family to death.”
So, my dearest Toads, today I’m wishing for poetry that explores Terry Pratchett’s quote and my grandmother’s (mildly paranoid) wisdom.
The Prompt: Write a new poem that illustrates what might happen when a good wish renders a not so good outcome.
Please, feed Mr. Linky (below) with the direct link to your poem.
Visit other Toads. Wish responsibly. And don’t forget to grin.
Grinning is really, really, really important.