Evelyn Judy Buehler Poet Rhyme

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Arthur

Mysterious as the night,
Shadowy figure of towering height,
Eyes of black, perhaps contrite,
He walks in starlight.
The night is fine,
As the oaks intertwine.
From a window of mine,
I watch him pass the vine.
Sleep is not imminent,
In this hour of discontent,
When thoughts won't relent.
I am anguish. I am torment!
The clock says three.
Nightingale sings in tree.
In my soul, there's little harmony.
In my heart is a plea.
When red sun's gone down,
Sometimes Arthur haunts the town.
In silence we drown. 
Torn wedding gown!

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Gershon Wolf May 22, 2020 at 4:13 PM Ooh! I've got the chills. This fellow is as creepy as 'Boo Radley' in 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' :) gw Evelyn Judy Buehler May 22, 2020 at 10:31 PM How funny that you should say that! I wrote this poem many years ago, after rereading To Kill a Mockingbird. But when I wrote it, I was actually striving for a dark and moody setting, and was inspired by Edgar Alan Poe's The Raven.