I spent an evening curled up with an anthology of short stories and poetry by Edgar Allan Poe and I remembered why I loved Poe so much when I was young. It was, as they say, a match made in heaven. I still love the guy. I hope you will too.
It was just the other night and
the moon was bright
but I decided to read by candle light
because the story I chose
rose from my bookshelf
like a ghostly mist, as if, maybe, from
a dream within a haunted palace.
I read of a pit and what was at the bottom of it
and my mind shivered in horror.
Then I got bit by a tiny gold bug
and my face felt like a masque of
swollen red pseudo-death and
my heart had a tell-tale pitter-patter
that expressed all my fear and dismay
at what happened that day
on the Rue Morgue.
All I can say,
is that back in the day,
that Poe guy was some kind
and one heck of a brilliant
April is National Poetry Month, a month-long, national celebration of poetry. The concept is to widen the attention of individuals--to the art of poetry, to living poets, and to our complex poetic heritage. Look here for more ideas on how to celebrate, including a searchable poetry database and a place to sign up via email to receive a Poem-a-Day.
Submitted by Dan@Central