My Son.

[zoolane]

My Son.

While I sitting here waiting for life end.
With ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ just out gasp.
My hand is weakening with cold in my cripple joints.
The creaking for my bones is enough to call the grim reaper himself.
Wake up my son; your father is calling you.
The ‘Raven’ is at my window with his black feathers.
But my son must come.

[PrinceMyshkin]

My God, this is haunted - and haunting! And so effectively conveyed.

[Delta40]

Gosh Zoo. this sent a shiver up my spine. It sounds like suffering in the name of love for your son but that last line...I'm not so sure. There is a macabre note here

[zoolane]

Thank you for both of your comments Prince and Delta. I only have daughters.

My Father.

I am woken by voice that echoing.
Has that time come?
But yet it must have.
In the rocking chair he sits.
With Edgar Allen Poe on the floor.
Shall I acquaintance him with grotesque fairy tale.
That waits for him?

[Delta40]

Ah you're reading The Raven and are inspired maybe? I'd kick the lines into him while he's down Zoo!

[zoolane]

Ah you're reading The Raven and are inspired maybe? I'd kick the lines into him while he's down Zoo!

Nope I was fiddle with words, thinking about 'Grand Father Clock' thread and comments made. Just starting reading ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ also had raven on cover.

[aliengirl]

Well zoo, you never cease to surprise me. Both poems are quite different from some of your earlier pieces. The first one was more haunting ... a little gruesome.
And its great that you are reading Poe. 'The Fall of the House of Usher' makes me shudder every time I read it.

[hillwalker]

'grotesque fairytale' - right up your street, zoo. You never cease to amaze me with your fresh viewpoint on so many things.

H

[zoolane]

The Grotesque Fairy Tale.

The grotesque fairy-tale is my place.
Of fire and brim stone, my throne waits.
Just the existence of it, my father’s soul is tainted.
He wants be pure but yet he created me.
My skin is hot to the touch and redness then you can imagine.
My soul is pure white just like his.
He curls up with the Raven in the corner.
Try to convince Raven to take flight with him in the creature’s claws.