In a candle lit room in a house not to
far away from where we are now,
The Old Woman told her
she could read her future, see her past
in her cards.
She told the Old Woman
“I know your future I can see
it clearly without cards,
if you even dare
to try to snoop at mine “
The Old Woman did dare and when she was done
her now faceless cards fluttered back to the table one by one
like falling leaves in a nightmare forest
surrounded by darkness and laughing river and a woman dressed in white dancing along it’s banks.
She gathered her cards
she put them in her purse
she blew out the candles
and she left
the room empty
and
it was
as if
no one had ever been there at all.
Bancroft Manor: Creative First Aid