Coleridge Had it Right

Wailing for her demon lover, Coleridge had it right A masterful poet, his words are ominous, not light. Did he have his own sweet love? Was she a secret too? Gothic ideas of mystery swirl around my brain in blue. Coleridge was a master; his work keeps me on the edge. His imagery on the brink of pushing me just shy of off the ledge. Is she a figment of Coleridge’s imagination, or does his own maiden exist? If she is a married woman, will they never find a bliss or share a kiss? A secret Coleridge has kept, in a dark, dank, dour place. His poetry so wonderful, I smile when I see a likeness of his face. Samuel T. Coleridge, a master whose poetry delights my dendrite stream. Sometimes his powerful stanzas float into my Gothic current dream.