(Part 2 of Beware)
I had always thought of my Grandmother as backwards,
How she sang to the blackbirds.
She used to spend long times away,
But she would always come back with clay.
It would be painted with such intricate patterns,
That should only be on royal platters.
My mother told me to never mention Grandmother,
Others called her the Necromancer.
I was oblivious to the meaning,
Until I ...