Grandma’s House!

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.

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The Occupant!

The house was drab with a ghoulish feel

the occupant invited her in

a rather frail lady using a walking stick

she was nervous being new

should have support from a senior nurse

but alone would have to converse!

 

who had been taken ill at very short notice

the patient had just come back

from convalescent home living here alone

the duty of the district nurse

was to check dressings and complications

including well-being of patients!

 

Though looked quite well was rather creepy

imagining her as a witch

that thought was not helped as a black cat

strolled into the large room

wanting to get on tried to see the dressing

but now had begun stressing!

 

What a first case to have been assigned to do

the room was extremely dingy

curtains were closed her anxiety was high

eventually the task completed

cleared up and was prepared for an exit

when the lady said why not sit?

 

Offered to make the nurse a tea or coffee

for showing such kindness

shaking just wanting to run then the clock

chimed loudly she jumped

making excuses turned to run and tripped

over the cat her head clipped!

 

Got up a trickle of blood from a small wound

ran down her now pale face

a little dizzy managed to leave glancing back

the elderly woman stood

staring out in her arms the dreaded cat

the enthusiasm had gone flat!

 

Walked away out of sight back to the car

blood dripped on the uniform

decided it best to return to the surgery

but then lost consciousness

awoke by her loud mobile phone tone

very cold and still alone!

 

A fellow nurse rang to see if she was alright

said no need visit the patient

whose address she had minutes ago left

until she saw the time

on the large man’s wristwatch she wore

it was now twelve forty-four!

 

She had been here over two hours asleep

not thinking it was the fall

her friend said the old lady had died

last evening at home

trying very hard not to scream aloud

in her hands head bowed!

 

What had she seen it was so surreal

in her interior mirror saw

the wound and track of dried blood

how her head throbbed

there was nobody at all in the street

sat firmly in the car seat!

 

Petrified called her boyfriend to come!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Mask!

The man stared reluctantly yet so intently

into the large wall mirror.

That image even repulsed his weary eyes

a face with no flesh!

His human mask was all that anybody saw

would this last for evermore?

 

His age to others always looked the same

not a decayed warrior.

Cursed by a witch a thousand years passed

for loving a king’s daughter.

Who was then sent away a prince to marry

his love would always tarry!

 

He had become weary of simply existing

feeling in isolation.

Killing to live devastating innocent victims

hurt him he wanted to die.

Not harm again for once he’d been a knight

enemy soldiers had to fight.

 

Never able to adapt to man’s changing society

without choice had coped.

Integrated into a wealthy culture being rich

allowing him his privacy.

Praying to rest surely punishment enough

becoming increasingly gruff.

 

But on the evening in his country house it changed

usually hunger on his mind.

Tonight an attractive woman kept looking his way

emotions long forgotten emerged.

Not since times passed had he boiled to this passion

arousal was back in fashion!

 

Coming closer he knew this was his long-lost love

soon she touched his arm.

How she’d come didn’t care they were together

no inhibitions bodies intertwined!

Together forged their eternal bond no longer denied

the ancient lovers quickly died!

 

Masks lifted turning to dust they returned to the earth!

 

The Foureyed Poet.