1. Old Well

the old well is an old woman, dispirited, hunched, aggrieved a dark realm reigns over here ever ready to throw its vengeance on unsuspectful strangers only the heaven has the generosity to give it grace - the rain fills it up and when the weather is fine the sky plays with it a gentle childful game of master sun, queen moon and angel stars nobody ever greets the old well a good morning afternoon or evening all they do is ungratefully bend over and in a callous manner start robbing it of its luminuous peace and tranquility - an unkind bucket that goes splash before riding the blessed sanctum for its vitality yesterday, today, tomorrow, everyday - always in such a hurry the water slushes, sloshes, splashses to play out its grouses the old well is an aggrieved woman overused and worn out with hatred a restless soul filled to the brim with vengeance and chagrin to pass by one at night one would be lucky if one's heart does not stumble and race faster than one's feet for the well's ominuous mouth with all its sober and solemnness will draw your spirit in with its damp, dark and cold tales and selfishly hold it there with the tenuous grip of a viper for a thousand years