Friday, September 28, 2012

Never More

This is a response to the Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads challenge. What a delight...an early fright.

(as an old friend says of Poe, rhyme is not a crime!)













Never More

In the thin place,
where Poe was lain,
between the naming stones,
we propped his book
for a photo opp,
beside the final tomb.
Then the rain fell hard;
its needles sharp
stitched us 'tween
there and here,
in the thin green place
where Edgar lay
beneath the sodden bier.
We could not move,
we could not run,
then came a fearsome sound,
and the lightning hit,
and the curtain ripped,
and the book fell
through the ground.
Then just as quick,
the sun was back
and all was as before,
except that bones now
trace his words
and whisper, "Nevermore."







21 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed your weaving of Poe in this poem. He is the reason I started writing poetry at fifteen.

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    1. Thanks, Susie. He's always been a favorite of mine, too.

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  2. Haha! Love that in that very space the skeletons needed to read his book and simply took it. It reads better aloud, too!

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  3. This gave me shivers down my spine and goosebumps on my arms. What a fun take. I love it when you can't tell until the very end were a story is going.

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    1. Shivers and goosebumps? I couldn't ask for more! Thanks, Aprille!

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  4. Enjoyed this. It almost had the rhythm of a Poe poem as well as a wonderful ending. Nevermore!!

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    1. Thank you, Mary. This was a fun prompt.

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  5. You turned a very realistic scene into something very creepy - good writing!

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    1. Thank you, Kerry. Sometimes, writing is hard work. This one was just fun.

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  6. Ooo, good one! So much in the style of Edgar.

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  7. Karen, you have matured in your craft.
    Well done.

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    1. Thanks, Christopher! Nice to see you.

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  8. Poe himself would be so pleased. This is simply wonderful. Wowzers!

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  9. ~shiver~

    I have no doubt that old EAP continues to reach out and give people the creeps! hanks for being part of FBF. By the way, I removed your earlier link that didn't work. :-)

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    1. Thanks, Shay. It has been my pleasure.

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  10. Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
    Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -

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