For Daginne

~ Yesterday, I was saddened to learn of the passing of poet Daginne Aignend in December 2018.  I had no idea that she had passed until I came across the message on another poetry site.  She was a kind, caring, creative woman who I had the pleasure to know when she submitted her poetry here.  I published some of her poems and will always remember our friendly interactions through email. I'm grateful to have known her. She left this world much too soon.

In the Quiet of Darkness by Daginne Aignend

Some nights she leaves, 

levitates outside her body

A strange power gives her

the strength to float

in streams of cool blackness

Encounters with nocturnal 

animals, she talks with owls,

moths and toads, learn

from their wisdom, 

quenches their knowledge

She forces herself to get

back into her physical shell 

before the break of dawn

The craving for the night

becomes a grim obsession

She wishes she could stay

forever in the quiet of darkness

One night, she's drawn into

a magical conversation 

with a wise Eagle-Owl 

and forgets to watch

the uprising daylight

Suddenly afraid

of what might happen

she tries to rush back.

She visions herself in her bed,

no longer able to breathe 

or open her eyes again

Forever

in the quiet of darkness

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, fantasy books, and is a vegetarian who loves her animals. She's the Poetry Editor of Whispers and has been published in many journals, and anthologies She has a fun project website www.daginne.com

Penance by Daginne Aignend

She wakes up in a dewy meadow

covered with pearl sprinkled poppies and daisies.

Her head feels like the time

she had too much blackberry wine

at the Harvest Fest last summer.

Dazed, she looks around, surprised,

wondering how she got here.

Her memories slowly start to seep

back into her numbed mind,

as she recalls...

She fled out of the house when

her father had one of his

temper tantrums and harassed mom.

She had begged him to leave mom alone

which made him even more furious.

In a blind rage, he went after her instead and

chased her through the fields.

A shadow of a smile sweeps over

her face when she looks at the

little quiet lake, the rippling wavelets

and remembers…

She made him pay for all the

pain and sorrow he inflicted

over the years.

Finally, the balance is restored.

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 five years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her fun project website www.daginne.com. She's the co-editor of Degenerated Literature, an edgy and dark Poetry and Flash Fiction Ezine.  She's been published in several Poetry Review Magazines with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet's Group anthology 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses'.

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'.

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.