Two Untitled Poems for Throwback Thursday #33

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I wrote these two poems a little over ten years ago and recently rediscovered them while browsing through an old notebook of mine. You can probably guess where I get a lot of my inspiration from…(hint: he’s haunted by a talking raven.)

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After Elinor Wylie.

One night I lay sleeping–

My thoughts were all still–

The moonlight was steeping

The blank windowsill–

A figure bent o’er me,

Bent o’er my dark bed;

I saw him before me

Through eyelids of lead–

He burned through my dreaming–

I had to return

From the nebulous gleaming

Of roses and fern,

Of heartbreak and laughter,

To swallowing night–

To dark that comes after

The forces of light–

 

A villanelle.

An empty chair now haunts this quiet room

Beneath the window where the shadows cling,

Where cloud-swept curtains billow in the gloom,

 

And dull the pallid light that does illum

Vermilion cloth in wrinkles gathering;

An empty chair now haunts this quiet room.

 

Its emptiness with an astringent bloom

A memory of one does softly bring,

Where cloud-swept curtain billow in the gloom,

 

As if from some strange grave they did exhume

One I had loved and buried, sorrowing–

An empty chair now haunts this quiet room.

 

And I am caught in this collapsing tomb

Of memories that wound me with their sting,

Where cloud-swept curtains billow in the gloom.

 

The winds beyond the window cry and fume–

Within, the echoes of a phantom ring–

Where cloud-swept curtains billow in the gloom,

An empty chair now haunts this quiet room.

 

~H

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