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                                                      ©️Lorraine Poulter 2016

The Grand High Witch-A sample of a short story in Progress by Lorraine Poulter

The Grand High Witch

     They watched. Their minds a whirl. No one had expectd the outburst from Jado and his storming from the room.  All five looked to each other in disbelief and shock. Jado was gone. He had lead them for the past eighteen months. His leadership was erratic but he was fair and wise in all the dark knowledge he passed onto them. Which after all was their reason for being there. This was the coven of Jado. A new type of coven in which warlocks and witched combined to greet their Master on a weekly basis.

        They were all taken by surprise at his words on leaving. All except one. The Grand High Witch. She gazed over them with half closed eyes as black as night with the satisfaction tha all her hard work for the past months was about to pay off: that her carefully orchestrated and surreptitiously connivings had led to her dream coming true. The smile that lurked on the corner of her lips was ill hidden.

     Now what do you make of that!” she exclaimed for them all to hear the contempt she held for Jado.She would have clapped her hands for joy had she not known that it would be most unseemly. After all the demise or sudden overthrow from power was not a moment of sorrow for her but one of celebration and joy. She just had to be sure they felt the same. “That came from absolutely nowhere!” she said seeking to rally the coven and force from them their support while they were feeling vulnerable.

       “I am shocked,” agreed Marlo, an elderly Warlock who had retired from the violence of mainframe Warlocking to seek a more sedate life in his old age. “I am most surprised,”

      “Me too,” the quiet voice of Midliss spoke. She was a timid witch. Her timidity though hid her ruthless ambition. Initially she had been sent to the coven by an overbearing aunt who felt it would “bring her out of herself”. Midliss did not need bringing out of herself. She was a secretive, sly witch, craven in her lust for power, who listened. She soon realized the power of the coven laid not with Jado but indeed with the Grand High Witch. She secretly swapped her allegiance to the Grand High Witch and her life changed forever. There was nothing she would not do for the Grand High Witch. Indeed if only the Grand High Witch knew how much she was involved in ridding Jado from the group.

        Midliss watched the Grand High Witch adoringly. One day, she thought longingly. One day she would have favour of the Grand High Witch.

       “Goes to show how unstable he is. Unpredictable outbursts like that. You’d need to watch yourself. I’m glad he didn’t draw his wand. That could have been messy,” The Grand High Witch said. What she meant to say was that she would have used the death spell on him if he not left that evening. He had worn her patience thin with his reluctance to leave. With each effort he made to put right things set by his invisible enemy, the bigger the hole he was burying himself in. Such a delight to watch, the Grand High Witch thught, if painfully slow. Still it gave her time to seal off all routes back into the group at a later date. Now that chance would never be available to him. All she had to do was convince the others they were better off without him.

       The other two witches who were seated next to the now absent Jado silently rose from their seats and departed.
The Grand High Witch©️Lorraine Poulter 2016

Bank Holiday

It's Bank holiday weekend.
Up until yesterday we have been in the throes of a mini heatwave. The temp in the greenhouse has been over 30 degrees with searing heat rays pouring through the glass. The garden is like a dust bowl. And the birds are fighting over our bird bath.
The weekend arrived with the promise of leisure time and immediately the weather changed to damp, drizzly and over cast.
How does it know?

My Love A Poem by Lorraine Poulter 2016

My Love

When I look into that face for the hundredth, no thousandth time

I can see the face of love that no one else can see,

Nor use my eyes to see.

The face that lights up the night with eyes that twinkle,

With words that shine, 

A smile that sends from the darkness all shadows.

I see the face that launched a thousand laughs,

If you cold see that face the way that I do,

You would know what true love is.

If you could hear the tender tones of the spoken charmed words

You would understand how they ring on my ears, lyrical and heartfelt.

You would reach for the skies to bring down that star that shines so bright

To hold and never let go.

Copyright 2016 Lorraine Poulter

59 Post of the same blog

Apologies for the mix up. I am an internet user who presses the button before the task is finished and end up with a lot of problems. Problem sorted and I am now down to a respectable one copy of Merlin's Keep Part Three. Hope you enjoy the read. Happy reading.

Internet is Back!!!!!

Hooray! After two weeks of enforced silence the internet is back. It funny how much part of our lives the internet has become and how often it is used on a daily basis. Just for research, simply to keep in contact with work, friends and family, to do our shopping, find a partner. And we all use it as naturally as breathing.
Enough heavy stuff. Will be around later to publish the next part of Merlin's Keep.

Hi All
     Should be back on line this Saturday.
     The next instalment of Merlin's Keep will be ready for reading by then.
     Keep an eye on the blog for more updates.
     Tahnk you all for still checking out the page.