Poe In Perpetuity

deck is stacked with black cats
   hungry and forlorn
      pressing in

   bolts of thunder -
blinded with cacophonies

   the ace of spades -
fear, bad luck, hatred, war
worry lines, frowns, battle torn 

     coal, night, pitch -
the starry night, disoriented
         lost in oblivion 

newgate’s knocker -
prison bars, color drained
from countenance, no kiss
   in the abyss

midnight, a dog’s guts -
no clouds, moonless, open
   to the elements

the iron cast - seasoned
   to death

   ebonic plague -
a poet’s drowning in ink
              &
someone’s lighting a fire
      under 
the chimney sweep

8/3/2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 10:38 PM
This ending is a classic, Kim, reads like the Old Masters - "a poet’s drowning in ink & someone’s lighting a fire under the chimney sweep"
Baker Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 4:35 PM
Very much like Poe, Kim. I liked the short spurts of lines, it kept the poem going well. A little dark for me, but the title gave fair warning. :-) Have a nice enening my friend, Bill
Rodrigues Avatar
August 5, 2022 at 5:37 PM
Thank you for reading and commenting though it was dark. :)
Wolf Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 7:00 PM
Chills the soul! Bats flying overhead, I fear. Great macabre write, Kim. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 8:05 PM
Thank you, Gershon!
Buhagiar Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 6:23 AM
Phew!! Is not frightful. Lovely dark poem. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 8:10 AM
Thank you for your much welcoming appreciation of this dark poem! Hugs ~ Kim
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