Distant steps; a shadow on the stone. Tiny graveyard noises.
Swirl of dark around the monument. Someone leaves three roses.
January's dark mornings replace October's lonesome nights.
Whirl of ravens round a steeple: windows shiver, cold with light.
In a tavern known as the Dark Tarn they hoist a glass for memory.
Someone stands on the bar and recites the last stanza of Ulalume.
A figure slips from the rear door and glides down the darkened street.
Frost-glittering trees watch over the silent cemetery gates.
Clink of glass in the shadows: a bottle of cognac is left with the roses.
Mystery greets mystery: this well-remembered grave is Edgar Allan Poe's.
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Poe Toaster
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13 comments:
Great take on the Mag. Love the imagery here. Love and Light, Sender
What a great idea to write about Edgar Allan Poe's grave! Nice mag.
Excellent connection! I can just imagine the gathering, your writing is so clear.
Three roses and a bottle of cognac... can't get any better than that, in celebration of Edgar Allan Poe's grave.
"Poe Toaster" is brilliant.
Super. A completely different take, and of course Poe and graveyards go together.
i have actually been to his grave...and perhaps raised a toast...a wonderful reflection.
A very creative Magpie! :-)
How clever of you to link the truth into this Mag. well done - I enjoyed the read.
Love this!
Perfect!
Great imagery... nicely told.
This has a nice eery feel to it. Nice Magpie.
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