you have eaten all the sugar,
left me hungry and bleeding,
a blistered foot without a shoe;
you know I must kill
and sculpture you
as a marble statue,
Thou wast my universe, my cosmic mistress;
if I had known thy crazed intent
to render me in alabaster, a lifeless
lump of death,
I should have begged
for one last breath.
His breathless body lies cold upon the floor,
her sugar daddy is no more.
The sweetness all gone,
her craving unsated,
now she wishes that she had waited
and made him beg.
Kim M. Russell, 15th December 2020
Sanaa is back this Tuesday to stir our muses. She gives us a background of Gothic literature, a genre which emerged as one of the eeriest forms of Dark Romanticism in the late 1700s and developed during the Romantic period in Britain. She has provided art by Stephan Mackey and J. Henry Fuseli, and poetry by Keats and Poe to illustrate the meaning of Gothic.
For today’s Poetics, Sanaa would like us to write Gothic poems and explore the question: “Which according to you are the deepest, darkest and most concealed of human emotions?”
As I have been distracted by other things this week, I have resurrected and tweaked a poem I wrote back in 2017 for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Twitter Me a Gothic Poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines:
1st stanza is a tweet from one of a list of thirteen writers (I chose Sylvia Plath);
2nd stanza is a reply to the first tweet by a different writer from the list (I chose Lord Byron);
3rd stanza is my commentary on the exchange between the two writers.
The stanza-tweets should be written in the chosen writers’ styles and the completed poem should read as one piece.