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Neutiquam Erro - Chapter Seven

Based on a true story, this work has been in progress for 10 years. Alongside the stories are the poems, songs and artwork that have accompanied the journey of a child.

Neutiquam Erro is Latin and translates in English to “I am not lost at all”.

Witch

She wanted so much to talk to her mum and sort the mess, but it just got messier. She gave up and poked around the house looking for something to read. Maybe coming home was a bad idea.

A little green diary fell out of the bookcase. She had seen her mother’s diary years before. A grimoire of feelings and magical workings, it had been in their home as long as she could remember. She had just never opened it before.

Her mother’s magic must have been pretty good. She took one man from his wife, put the wife in an asylum and left their son to fend for himself, if her words were to be believed.

The girl wondered if her mother knew about the law of 3 fold return and went ahead anyway. True survivors can pay any price for their own survival, even their own children

A witch you say?

A witch you say? Like the cackling type?

Like one who rides her broom at night?

Do you have a pointy hat?

And of course a mean black cat?

So where's your wand, and your book of spells?

And will your sins send you to hell?

You don’t look much like a witch?

And you don’t strike me as a bitch?

So please explain how you speak of love.

And talk of the Creator God above.

You seem to know him very well,

But isn’t he sending your lot to hell?

MelodieMuse

Mother

It’s a girl! Are you ok with that?”

Of course a perfect, healthy baby girl was ok with her!

But then the she had spent the last 9 months loudly declaring this would be a boy, so the question was fair.

Before finally meeting her daughter, she had miscarried 7 babies… all before 2 months.

This child was perfect and born at full term. She was quick, healthy and cute and surrounded with love. She had such a beautiful innocence.

The next child came quickly and she spent weeks in hospital keeping him safe inside her.

The old doctor who sat on the end of her bed and asked her if she knew what “Lupus” meant was the first to ever explain what was going on inside her body. Her body was trying to expel the “foreign body” of her child because her immune system was in some kind of overdrive. 7 babies lost before anyone checked. 7 babies lost to her own body, her own fear of monsters.

She determined she would not reject this child before he was due to be born, and he was born on his due date by caesarean section. A perfect baby boy… her “Gift from the Gods”. She remembered then the threefold return. There would be one more child to replace all her mothers actions had cost her, before her own threefold return was complete.

The Drum - Painted by a mother, based on the drawings of a daughter dearly wanted.

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Indian Ink on pigskin - Bodrhan by MelodieM


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