She had no knowledge at all of her grandma’s life
in fact she had never met her
so surprised to find she had inherited the house
mum hated the old witch
never visited always referred to her in this way
and never went there to stay!
Unsure why she had been given this old house
felt compelled to visit
a part of her life that was a complete blank
down to the west country
headed alone on the train anxiety was growing
to a part of her that was unknowing!
Took a taxi from the station at first an adventure
a child like excitement
but as she got out and the car quickly left her
alone staring at the dwelling
bleak uncared for yet felt the need to go within
searching for answers could begin!
Unkempt garden bunch of rusting keys gripped
in her tiny soft hand
stood before the door found the key entered
dusty but surprisingly tidy
sensed a presence was it imagination or real
what secrets did it conceal?
Missed her mum who had died some years ago
told she had died of an aneurism
pulmonary could recall wished she was here
remembering she hated grandma
never gave a direct reply when asked why
too late now gave a big a sigh!
Wanted to leave maybe the timing was wrong
the door would not open
a sound made her turn grandma sat in a chair
seemed real how could this be
spoke in a soft tone even said she was dead
that filled the girl with dread!
You are home my child the coven’s chosen one
before anything more said
the image faded from view but others had come
a group of young women
surrounded the room each were dressed plain
in black from talking did refrain!
On a large central table an ancient thick text-book
bearing her name Abigail
felt compelled to pick it up instantly like a surge
of electricity exploded
around her petite immature body and mind
from then on she was defined!
No longer a child a beautiful woman now emerged
with dark penetrating eyes
embracing who she really was a powerful witch
instantly had absorbed
the knowledge of her birthright overpowering
the future before her towering!
Realising that her mum’s untimely end designed
as it blocked her destiny
becoming clear she had resisted the natural order
for so long filled with dismay
though with this new purpose inside a darkness
grew this began to caress!
The coven was complete she had fulfilled her destiny!
The Foureyed Poet.