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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “50 Words for Poe: dactyl” When Terror Fell came he had no complaints the joint was jumping it was do or dare he offered Her his old pear the porridge here was so glum She closed the door to the window of his cell and sucked on Her plum She was thinking, a dangerous thing in itself, indeed, that next time peaches, not pears would be fun She’d tighten his straight jacket some fingers and toes to be free She’d observe him for a while there was the pressing issue of The Others let loose on the run joie de vivre, gone all bat**** wild there was still the report to write an extra dose of Laudanum prescribed She’d blindfold him and buzz him electric then instruct him to write poems didactic delusions of grandeur fingers and toes playing piano with the other dementors to be denied he was manic - full of too much ego and arrogant hurt pride All in a day’s work He was safe in his cell or so he thought ... counting numbers the seconds tick by he'd gladly wait for Hell's Bride (LadyLabyrinth/2019) https://youtu.be/mGYUV76Lhic “In the window full of sunlight Concentrates her golden shadow Fold on fold, until it glows as Mellow as the glory roses.” https://youtu.be/CoA4goulmMo “Silver dust lifted from the earth higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver, higher than my arms reach you front us with great mass; no flower ever opened so staunch a white leaf no flower ever parted silver from such rare silver; O white pear your flower-tufts, thick on the branch, bring summer and ripe fruits in their purple hearts.” (H.S. 1886 - 1961, The Pear Tree) https://youtu.be/PgqHi5HkBRk "before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass" For the Lost, out of their cell still serving time in Hell. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51869/eurydice-56d22fe6d049d https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d#tab-poems
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