Nevermore
NEVERMORE
What hell! Of pale-green fever
that slithers and shakes no longer,
clammy under a cold clean sheet.
Feel the weight of gold roses placed
over the splintered sphinx,
luck of flotsam wood escape —
of twisted fate, no wand will save.
Coins placed where pupils stare,
a swamp of hair on feather pillow, heavy.
How oft her lair, I’d treat myself
to penny candy - sweetness sours.
The howl like a wolf tears,
through my gaping hole.
The dam suddenly severed
divides me from her.
Woe! Woe! Hear the church bells!
Take a stake to my undead heart.
Gargoyles lurch off the steepled seas.
Oh please! I repent — and rend
my reptile skin, stick acupuncture swords
in my pinpoint eyes,
but the blurred black din continues
to squawk, “nevermore...nevermore”
1/7/2018
Poe in Plath Style
Inspired by Poe’s poem For Annie
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