Inheritance

This is my attempt at a Gothic poem and is written as a submission for Helena's Blue Rose Cafe'. I am so far out of my comfort zone...I can't even see it any more. Thank you Helena

Inheritance

I am on the winding path that leads,

Straight to land I have inherited.

Words cannot express my fear

Life lived in its forceful grip so long

 

A chill running right the way through me,

Settles in like ice into my core.

Fog hovers over the entire land

All is dank from the sky to my soul.

 

Nowhere else to go, I am utterly alone

Homeless, save this swath of land,

And a fat purse to care for her

Am I to claim this home so grand?

 

I have not seen it since oh so long ago

When the fear did white my hair,

I was laid into my warm soft bed with care,

Then I awoke in a dark, unfriendly place.

 

I… completely unawares

The cold of stone was now my bed

My hand invisible to the eye

Darkness as thick as castle walls

 

As screams for help remained unheard

Terror bouncing off stone corridors

I ran aimlessly about startled

By the state I found myself within

 

A jolt in the road awoke me to

The palace on the horizon now

A stately, beautiful home ahead

Is this the place of a chilling fright?

I remembered its terror so well 

When my innocence was lost inside

On the chilliest of nights so long ago

Kidnapped and left in darkness to die

 

I am at the entrance marvel overtakes

The grandeur seized me so completely

Ramsey the houseman greeted me there

And helped guide me through my new palace

 

We ended the tour at the Master suite

Where I put all my things away and

My body rested in the warm fluffy bed

Slumber found me within silky sheets

 

What?” I thought startled, as I awoke

Again with the cold of stone as my bed

Am I dreaming, reliving my childhood pain?

I slid my hand up the cold wall to stand

 

My hand disappeared in the thickness of dark

Terror pounding its way from my chest

A cackle resounds through the corridors

Unable to pinpoint its source I cry out

 

The hair is standing on the back of my neck

As a hand reaches round to my mouth

Shhh! A voice whispers quiet or die

Ramsey has his sights set on your life.

Author's Note

I have no idea what I am doing so any and all help is appreciated.

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

Be rest assured that you have conquered and gone right through your comfort zone! It was fantastic, truly and I loved it as much as the story write. Well done, keep up the good work and bravo for trying out new genre's....that's what the contests are for.

Helena

[Veronica Chandler]

Your words encourage me so much and inspire me to stay outside my comfort zone...I understand all the magic happens there.
Thank You!

[Tate Morgan]

I think the fears of childhood are just as palatable in adulthood and yet we cannot control them now anymore than we did as children

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you for the review Tate.

[jen]

Thoughts of Jane Eyre came to me as I read this....you captured the gothic mood I think..great picture to accompany this too.... I love the "cackle" ...turns up the anxiety meter up a notch well done Veronica

[Veronica Chandler]

Thank you so much Jenny...I really had to catapult myself beyond my comfort zone for this piece, so your review means a lot to me.