Dickinson & Poe
Could not put a stopper in death
Like Snape promised Potter in a seductive snarl
Snap-back I find myself drenched in death
With the penalty of life
Dickinson held fast to the belief that Death had civility
Waiting and stopping for her
Poe felt death foaming at his fingertips
And crying like a raven rapping at his door
Cursed in eternal tombs that are tomes
I'm frozen in my devastated love
Curtly cut off by disaster and pain
I create cut glass of spice in Hades
Not a juicy pomegranate for my lips
Only leftover spices that had no use
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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Comments (6)
Oh my. Beautiful, painful piece. Well done, Melissa.
As always, this was so emotional and intense. So poignantly beautiful!
This is a great poem!
Why did I think this would reference "Dune"?
Has the world been unkind to you, dear? If so, I am sorry, though I know it is not my place to be! The civility of death lies in its having an impartiality which humans rarely possess. We become so enrapt in chasing happiness that we sometimes do it unwittingly at the expense of others. Hang in there and keep writing your beautiful words! Yours is a heart that changes the world for the better, even if it doesn't always appreciate it.
Amazing š¤©š¤© excellent story