Dark Poetry #1 |
Darjeeling (a repost from CA..but it's lonely over there) |
X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
stumbling breath pained in her oxygen starved lungs she ran on and on and on behind her deep in the trees the hound's baying faded and rose with the wind's temperamental lofts shoving the strings of tangled blonde hair from her eyes she ceased her flight to listen for a moment there! the hound's bay grew louder and once more the fugitive took up her course shunning the light and embracing the shadows running headlong through a dense copse hair catching in the fingers of the trees to pull free, and float like gossamer webs on the breeze of her haste her weary feet tangling in the roots of an ancient oak causing her to fall into the clutching arms of the thicket to the soft moss carpet floor exhausted from her flight she lay a moment, stunned unaware of her surroundings when she finally gazed up squinting from the tendrils of sun that made their way through the deepest forest to glint off time-worn crosses and drip off the leaves of this secret place to fall to rest, in golden pools on the deep velvet carpet below ethereal in their repose the crosses stood stately and strong remainders of another time the girl rose to approach the nearest grave hesitantly extending her fingers to trace the design in the headstone her blood raced in her veins as she sensed a presence a warmth near her feet fearfully, she glanced down and what she saw there was no demon or even a driad spirit but an oversized ebony cat curling himself in adoration around her briar torn ankles looking up at her with a cool, green gaze that made her suddenly not feel so alone bending to scoop him into her arms she pressed her face to him and let her troubles be dissolved by his soft purr smiling slightly, she put him a bit away from her and drank in his feline beauty when she noticed something jewelled on his neck fingering the amethyst beads she turned the collar round and round his neck until a little gold heart came into view on the heart was inscribed in an ancient script 'Darjeeling' Darjeeling....what a funny name thought the girl with a soft thud on the ground below the cat launched himself out of her arms turning and miaowing to her to come he padded slowly into the forest after a short walk, she found herself on the edge of a beautiful meadow and on the far side, a lovely cottage with a curling wisp of smoke coming from the chimney mustering all the courage she could she moved hesitantly across the grass up the cobbled walk, between rows of lavendar to knock on a weathered old door but somehow, with Darjeeling there she felt unafraid, mostly when the door creaked open and a wizened old woman peered out from the dark recesses the girl felt a strange relief and simply said, "I've come" the woman smiled in a toothless grin and bid her in saying, "I see Darjeeling found you allright" the girl sat on a willow chair and puzzled over all of this while the cat bathed himself near the open log fire taking the steaming mug from the woman's extended hand the girl soon found herself in a haze of light and colour as she slipped to the floor fast asleep cackling to herself the old witch muttered and chanted incantations while the fire and bubbling pot danced in tune and the girl slept and slept unaware of the spells cast all around stretching and wakening the girl yawned and murmured and stood shakily weak from her day's trials looking around it seemed as if the cottage had grown or she had shrunk when she tried to call out to the old lady all that issued from her lips was a creaky miaow |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
ooooh I like a good ghost story and this is almost a ghost story... same kinda spooky story anyway and I like it The twist at the end works well I think. anyway, I like it and that's that |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes to have your spirit thrown into an old body, what a way to go and so soon. I stay away from old witches. a great read kid. hahaha Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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