Tale of the Forgotten by Daginne Aignend

The outlying dilapidated cottage
Overgrown by ivy and moss
A wilderness of broken stones

An undefined sense of solace
Scented by mouldy garlic and cinnamon 
Cobwebs covering the worn out stove

She wanders through memory fragments
Irresistibly drawn into the dark, grim cellar
A hazy shade of a woman, kneeling down

When eyes meet eyes, she understands
Her own face is looking back at her
Well-known incantations, a raven black gown 

She smiles as she walks back to her car
Enriched by the forgotten ancient knowledge
Tangled propensities she finally comprehends

Travelling back through the miry marshes afar
Gave her an immense appetite for mice bellies
And a 'house for sale' shield in her hands

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk She started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website She likes hardrock music, photography and fantasy books. Daginne is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals.