Poe
The flaxen flickers, shadow boxing,
keeps the corners of the room close -
makes angles significant, dance, giddy,
and my fingertips, now large, take the shape
of a bird or a devil’s wing on the wall.
“Keep me safe.” In spite,
the gold ceiling grows
terrors of what is half known,
that weigh heavy upon my chest,
in the laughter smitten with the candle's light,
and I wish I had a friend to hold,
and stave the floor’s folding smiles
from biting at the sullen soul’s;
those four chanting wide eyed holes,
that prey upon my bed.
Midnight has a breath,
so my heart read -
a sanded ice, and the clutching nest
of a taut wax fixed on a cheek
facing the absurd
ticking face, suspended in the half light.
“Keep me safe” But if truth be told,
that the candle burns
what the silence holds,
no, no, commencing cold, I will not make it through the night.
(I wrote the original straight up on to the site but my computer crashed and lost it, so here is what my memory saved, there is one line that i loved and it has gone...frustrating)
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Sat 16th Jul 2011 08:25
I really like this..the images dance on the walls of my mind and the influence of Poe oozes through the gaps between..beautiful and eerie..i could hear Evanescence in my head while i read it too.. lovely, Marianne.x