The Aura of Abigail Church

They say that I have a gift, but I

Don’t know just which is worse,

I’ve always suffered from second sight

But is it a gift, or curse?

My people came from the Druids, lost

Way back in the mists of time,

And the Welsh of my distant ancestry

Has made it a gift of mine.

 

I take in everyone’s aura, rich

In yellow, red or blue,

The tints are constantly changing with

The feelings they’re going through,

I always try to ignore it, and

I sometimes turn my back,

Just when the colours are darkening

And the aura turns to black.

 

Such was the case with Abigail Church

Who took to the local stage,

A fine and pretty young actress when

Live plays were all the rage,

She’d walk the boards as the helpless maid

Or the modern girl, done down,

And then her aura was orange with

A tiny touch of brown.

 

I’d sit at the back and marvel as

The play began to start,

She often looked like a rainbow as

Her mood changed with the part,

The red would flare with her anger and

The blue with love and care,

And yellow when she was light and free

With the laughter she would share.

 

I must admit I was smitten, and

I tried to ask her out,

She told me that she was taken, but

The guy was just a lout,

I saw his aura, magenta with

An overglow of red,

I thought that he could be dangerous

But I couldn’t turn her head.

 

He tried to stop her from acting, said

The stage took too much time,

She should be happy to stay with him,

Her life was on the line,

They fought and argued most every day

And the neighbours had complained,

He raged and bullied her, come what may

And her aura turned to grey.

 

I saw her once in the street, and said,

‘You know he carries a knife!

Be on your guard now, Abigail,

He may just threaten your life.’

She laughed, ‘Don’t be so dramatic,

He’s all talk is my darling Jack!’

But I could see that her aura changed,

And impending doom is black.

 

She died on a Sunday morning when

He stabbed her in the shower,

Not once, but seventeen times as she

Refused to beg, or cower.

I knew that I should have gone to her

Explained my second sight,

But she would never have listened, though

I know that I’m always right!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

Oh for heavens sake David... again you capture my attention and inexplicably capture the essence of a subject so completely. I was born with what you call a "second sight" and suspect it came from my heritage, as with Jack. When I was but a little girl the doctors prodded and poked to discover what the "matter" was with me. I see the lights changing around people, animals, plants, and rocks, to my surprise you capture the sense so completely. Every word may be a fiction, this story featuring Jack, but my experience is very real. You captured it as though you have the gift yourself. A pleasurable read.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

This is the type of poetry you strive at, a well balanced piece.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Awesome story! I love how you wove the colors to match the moods of your characters.

[Tate Morgan]

Now why is it these people with second sight never seem to be friends of mine. ? I think that would come in handy in some of the places i go to

[Valentine]

Fascinting tale..he could have warned her..but...would she have listened..How many people listen to negatives when they think they are in love..Great write my good friend..Hope the weather is fine down under..Kathie

[Marie]

Women in love never listen...I wish she could have seen her own aura...

[quinfinn]

a rather unsettling and disturbing tale, yet told in the tradition of a ballad which makes it very fun to read...you could put this to music and it would be a huge hit, of the same caliber of "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"....i can almost hear it playing....

[bboooyd]

I'm really enjoying how you think. You are a great story teller. Only thing that threw me was the finishing ! Great work. Looking forward to more.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

"The piece is moving,very vivid and judicious." The story is realistic and current! I love it! Good Work David!

[Kenilo Kent]

Adorable! Enchanting! Magnificent!