Bella by Daginne Aignend

The attic smells moist and moldy 
A result of forgotten memories 
heaped in messy, dusty piles 
Her grandmother's cloak furbished from an old blanket 
in a vague taupe color and auburn stripes, still wears 
the scent of her grandmother's perfume 

Falling dusk muddles her view, as she turns on the switch 
The archaic attic light flickers and dies hastily
Unseen faces in the dark, a glimmer of 
drooling muzzles stare at her with eyes of evil 
She crawls backward trying to find her way into 
the safest area of the cottage 
She grabs something moist and viscous 
The sudden scent of squalid rust fills the atmosphere 

The little flashlight shows Bella, her once beloved doll, in the dim light 
Her bloodcurdling scream rendered silent as she sees it 
Scarlet tears are dripping out of Bella's eyes! 
A horrified panic paralyzes her, a vertigo attack. 
Feeble knees, she has to sit down as she gasps for air 
She cuts her finger on something sharp. 
Shards of an old jar, near her bleeding Bella 
The broken jar still contains the residue of some soggy, sanguine 
substance, as she reads the handwritten label: 
'Granny's homemade pomegranate syrup'








Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books. She is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website. She has been published in somel online Poetry Review Magazines with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet's Group anthology 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses'.