This week’s poem is a bit of an homage to EAP, of course the incomparable, Edgar Allan Poe.
His gothic horror style of writing – both in poetry and short stories – was groundbreaking and controversial for its day, setting the stage for future generations of writers focused around the macabre, psychological, even “demoniac” (said Walt Whitman) themes Poe explored.
Poetry was his first love. And he was a firmly intentional literary formalist, believing very much in the effects of poetic stylings and devices, and their impact upon the reader – alliteration, rhyme, euphony – and the mastery of the poet to create that emotional heft and resonance through style.
I, for one, deeply admire the quasi-Machiavellian genius involved. So, in honor of Poe, this dark new poem attempts to honor that commitment to poetic structure.
And perhaps toy with it (and you, the reader) by deconstructing it, as you’ll hopefully note through the variance in rhyme schemes from stanza to stanza… ’twas my own amateur (and nerdy) attempt to create discord and dissonance and agitation with those varying atonal rhythms. In addition to some clearly dark, surreal subject matter.
I had a lot of fun writing this poem. Hope you like it! Please let me know what you think – and feel – in the Comments Section below.
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Please listen to this brilliant but bone-chilling narration by my friend Simon Howard on Twitter.
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midnight stroll through misty graveyard
distant church bells toll night’s power
moonbeams dappled cast shadows dour
across gray headstones pale and scarred
upon the cross which marks your rest
feathery ebon raiment dressed
cling three crows in murderous black
to croak dark spells in clicks-n-clacks
a path is etched where ground fog parts
beckons me to approach your rood
bewitched am i by pernicious arts
beady eyes fix intent and lewd
such gloom besets a mighty pall
unto my knees like prayer i fall
the corvids croak together, “REST!”
crawl in the grave at their behest
for on the cross my name was set
this earth turned fresh for me was meant
resigned to fate my soul thus spent
their raucous laughs… my final breath