Her dress of bombazine was wrappedaround her mottled body like a shroud,her hair was winter-dark, a raven trappedin the violent weir, so cold and loud. She lived apart, contemptuous and proud,believed to be a wanton witch, a lonelywanderer on the heath, at one with cloud,rain, moon and stars. She was the only night dancer on […]
Tag: Gothic
Crow at the Castle Gate
There is no lonelier spot than the castle on the moors, hung over with scudding cloud where a lone tattered crow soars. As it guards the castle gate it utters raucous caws, eyeing the path with a shiny eye while sharpening beak and claws to pick at the first stars of twilight, a shadow unzipping […]
Sugar Daddy
Daddy, you eat all the sugar and leave me bleeding, a blistered foot with no shoe, you do, and I will have to kill and sculpture you into a blue marble statue, bastard, you. You were the universe, the moon my mistress, if I had but known your crazed intent to render me a manless, […]
American Paradox
Those lovely people over at Visual Verse have included my poem on page 89 of their anthology of poetry about the Grant Wood painting American Gothic. Here’s a link:http://visualverse.org/images/grant-wood/
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