Established in May 2011 by Marie Elena Good and Walter J Wojtanik, to help nurture and inspire the poetic spirit.


This year marks the eightieth (80th) Anniversary of the release of the film, “The Wizard of Oz” (1939). And for as much as it seems its been longer than that, the story does remain timeless and ageless. Being swept away to a strange land and encountering such interesting characters. The lesson reverts to home being the best place to be.

So, in celebration of such a milestone, adopt the persona of one of the many characters portrayed in the story. Write a poem of Dorothy’s arrival from that character’s point of view. Since the original story is basically from her perspective, Dorothy is off the table. But, it could be conveyed through one of the other main characters… it might be a munchkin or a flying monkey. One of the witches perhaps. Or Toto, too! L. Frank Baum had written more characters into his stories, but for our purposes, we’ll restrict it to the Judy Garland version of the film.


Addressed by the Wicked Witch of the West

You think you’re somehow
You think yours is the first house
to ever be dropped here?

Well hear this, my pretty –
This city has swallowed dynasties
and the only dear thing about you
is the pair of shoes you stole.
Return them now,

or refuse. You choose,

but at your own peril.
I’m feral, and there’ll be
no mistaking I’m taking what’s mine.

Oh, see?  My vultures are circling!
All in due time, my dears.  All in due time.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019



All-in-all, she sure is tall.
We look up to her in a way,
that’s not to say we hold
her in esteem. But she makes our dreams
multi-colored. Glinda says
she came from afar,
from a long away Kansas star.
But, she sure is tall!
A few heads and shoulders
above the rest of us,
she could be one of the best of us.
She ditched the witch
with a house no less
and her little Toto too!
We had her in circles for a bit,
but the yellow path set her straight.
Come out, come out
wherever you are!
They call her Dorothy.
I love her shoes!
They’d go great with my green hair.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

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55 thoughts on “PROMPT #260 – THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

  1. William Preston on said:


    I have been lifted through the skies
    and deposited, to my surprise,
    over the rainbow and, likewise,

    amidst a land of mystery
    where witches work and wizards be;
    and I learned it’s best to flee

    those pleasures and palaces.

  2. The Wizard of Hot Air

    There are things which are out of our control
    destiny, fate, karma or providence
    call it what you will, that’s your only choice
    because suddenly life is upon you
    and an evil wind has blown you away
    you find yourself where you’d rather not be,
    like Oz, where reality has taken
    on a shimmer and shine of fantasy,
    delusion likely, hallucination
    so you bluff your way through with arrogance
    hiding behind a curtain of bluster
    dreading the day of reckoning, unveiled
    seen for what you really are, a nothing,
    no magic, no power, just a common
    little man who desperately, frenziedly,
    just wants
    to go home
    again, too.

  3. The poetry world, for all its skill with words and images, falls into a fog of triteness when I want to express my adoration for poems and poets. Marie, your poem is wonderful… Walt, who doesn’t love the scarecrow and you gave him just the right words… see triteness just falls from my lips, sorry, but I do love them both.

  4. Earl Parsons on said:

    I love The Wizard of Oz so much that our little town in Animal Crossing, City Folk, is named Oz and my character is the Wizard. Interesting.

    The Walk On

    It was a walk on role
    But I was a real star
    Even had a song about me
    And quite a few followers
    I went East and West
    North and South and
    Even round and round
    In that little town
    Yes, I was a big star
    And all I had to do
    Was nothing at all

  5. Well, that was fun!!

    And Still the Sun Rises in the East

    is a splatter of light.
    chatter in the trees.
    A robin
    pulls at a worm.
    The worm tugs back.
    Dawn. She yawns
    and stretches,
    and that’s when
    a girl, her house,
    and her little dog too,
    fell down
    from the sky.
    The house swallowed
    her up, all except
    her shoes.

    ps: that girl and her little dog too
    are fresh gristle for me to chew…


    Entry from The Wicked Witch of the West’s Bullet Journal dated 15 Sept 1939

  6. Darlene Franklin on said:

    I believe this in The Quintilla form Poetic Asides gave this week.

    Taken from the journal of the Lion once known as Cowardly

    She faced the witch her house had pinched,
    And that took courage, oh, my, my.
    She looked sweet Glinda in the eye.
    At Westie’s threats, she did not flinch,
    set foot on brick and said goodbye

    I heard the news deep in the woods
    And prayed I would be spared her sight.
    Instead she found me, gave me fright,
    But told me thing could be made right:
    Just go to where the wizard stood

    Oh Dorothy, sweet Dorothy,
    I will not fail to sing of thee.
    Now that with courage I’m endowed,
    I’m not afraid of cat nor cow,
    For you, my dear, have taught me how.

  7. Glinda

    Think it’s a joy
    always being
    “the good witch”?
    Sure, I saved
    the kid–did it–
    but withheld
    crucial information
    regarding those
    ruby slippers.
    Missed her? No.
    I do not think
    her family minded
    little Miss Whiner
    being gone for a few days.
    Even the munchkins
    tired of her. I thought
    it wise to open her
    eyes, experience
    more of life. One of my
    finer saves was blowing
    snow down on those
    ubiquitous poppies. In
    the end, they all got
    what they wanted, and the
    little dears learned
    to conquer their fears.

  8. So Long, Dorothy

    She came, unbidden, pleading
    for things I could not give her.
    This unwelcome one upset
    the balance of our green city
    leaving destruction and uprising
    in her wake. Filled with hubris,
    the small girl ruined my good name –
    then just as quickly disappeared,
    never looking back at the consequences
    of her actions on those she abandoned.
    Good and evil continue to do battle.
    Munchkins keep searching for equality.
    Lions and Tinmen and Scarecrows forget
    their strengths lie within.

  9. Walt & Marie-outstanding poems.

  10. You may wonder why the Santa Claus icon. Yesterday was one hundred days from Christmas. So, I started to write 100 poems for the I AM SANTA CLAUS blog to bring things current. If you choose to help keep track, these poems can be found:


    I mention that here because THE WIZARD OF OZ used to be a Christmas staple.

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