It was dusk,

Dark clouds hung low,

Pregnant with menace.

In the distance

Lightning cracked,

And tore the sky apart.

All around,

I could hear men,

Hammering nails,

To secure casements,

Before it was

Too late.

I clutched my amulet tighter,

Wrapped my coat

Around me,

As the rain

Hit me,

Like stair rods.

I looked back,

She stood there,

Tears in her eyes.

The children,

Gripping her skirts

In terror.

I mouthed silently,

"I'll be back"

"I promise"

"I'll be back"

Blackness

Engulfed me.

Suddenly,

The sky was filled

With dark flying shapes.

I knew that they

Had arrived,

And I must flee.

I hurried past

The dark forbidding mansion

On the hill,

The garish neon sign flashing.

Welcome!

To the Mothers-in-Law convention 2015

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Owain Glyn