Oh, this is so beautiful. We get so caught up in the Magical world of Harry Potter that we forget Muggles have their own magic, and charm and love.
Minna, this is so effortlessly written and flows so well. Seamless, elegant, amazing.
br> Fantastic. ~Carole~
I kept thinking this was Sirius, because Alf reminded me of Alphard. Lol. But I know it isn't :) Poor Sirius didn't have such a grandmother, who sounds more the Molly Weasley type than the Black kind.
Lovely poem again. I love the images that you present here. This entire stanza was such a joy to read:
Salt on the window, nails in the lintel,
Red rowan’s twigs our fire to kindle,
Clothing reversed to show off its stitches,
Milk at the door to placate the house-elf,
Collections of bells along the high shelf,
All to ward off nasty fairies and witches.
The last stanza is, of course, the best! I am running out of words to praise lol. Really loved it.
Beautiful! The grandmother is this stroy reminds me of my own (though I can't say my uncle's a wizard as well!) The simple love of the grandmother is wonderful. Great poem!!!