The Incubus
Posted on October 11, 2008 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry | Comments Off
The Incubus.
The way was dark within the gloomy church-yard,
As I wandered through the woodland near the stream,
With slow and heavy tread
Through a city of the dead,
When suddenly I heard a dreadful scream.
Brutal Mary
Posted on October 10, 2008 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry | Comments Off
Mary had a little lamb,
The lamb was always buttin’
So Mary killed the little lamb
And turned him into mutton.
From Poems for Pale People, Edwin C. Rank, 1906
Words for a Jig to be Danced on the Grave of an Enemy
Posted on September 21, 2008 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry | Comments Off
Words for a Jig
To be danced on the grave of an enemy
Thus I pay the visit
Promised years ago.
Tell me, loyal friend, how is it
There below?
Do these weeds and mullein
Choke each angry mood,
Or increase your hard and sullen
Torpitude?
You who sought distractions
Howsoever base,
Have you learned to love inaction’s
Slower pace?
Here, at least, you’ve found that
You belong to earth;
Dying [...]
Fata Morgana: A Hungarian Legend
Posted on July 21, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry | Leave a Comment
By Mary E. Atkinson
Down in the silent, emerald water
The Sea King dwelt, and his lovely daughter.
Grand was the palace under the wave,
And gay with the troops of mermen brave-
Rich with a wealth of sea-gems rare,
And decked with all that was bright and fair;
But richest and brightest and fairest of all
Were the royal maiden’s bower and [...]
Love Among the Graves
Posted on July 15, 2007 - Filed Under Gothic Poetry | Leave a Comment
Twenty years ago, in gladsome weather,
In this silent city’s woodland bound,
Love and I, with buoyant step together,
Careless, wandered round–
Wandered round and through the winding alleys,
Brave with arbor vitae, woodbine, rose,
Fragrant on the hills and in the valleys
Of the sacred close.
