The Big House

   by Sarah O'Mahony ©2014

Enchanted

Stolen and Lost

The big house stands there

Dark, mysterious, at cost.

I arrive at the entrance gates

They're solid yet carved intricately

Great greyish blue pillars of stone

Hi-tech automated

A key pad to admit one.

The drive way meanders like a river in its last breath

Curves widely and softly round

'Pastures of green';

Framed wooden rail fencing

Neatly raised yet doesn't take from the scene.

On I go into this open ancient book of lore

Its trees tell estate's age

Large mature yet foreign cedars stand solemnly above

As if leading the visitor to the master

I park in front of this historic mansion

Its columns of construction stately

Up the steps I go to a huge oaken front door

Its dusty green like from faraway lands of North Africa, Tunis;

I stand there three steps up and press the ashen bronze bell

It feels like miniature meeting a monster

Pray tell...

Tolkien, C.S. Lewis,

'The lion, the witch and the wardrobe',

Narnia all come to mind in a flash,

Oh my God I think, what childlike wonder this is,

I'm in a story book!

The door opens,

She smiles, a girl from the East,

Dark shiny hair tied back in a ponytail,

A hesitant smile reveals all,

"Come in, I'll show you around.

Sarah O'Mahony ©2014