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Black Silk Drawing

“In painting
he was sincere”


I was skillful
in the supreme madness
that accosted me


Fools are
possessed of black silk drawing

The bells jingled

It is nothing.

I shall not die
of proper caution

Azure fangs imbedded
seize the drops of moisture

I broke.


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Taken from A Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe

Posted for dVerse where we are writing erasure or black-out poetry.

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Digging back a few weeks into the Poetry Prompts on Poet’s & Writers, I’m going to spend this evening on this prompt:

“Write a poem that takes its cue from an element of Poe’s verse that you are especially drawn toward. Consider its themes of loss and devotion; the extensive use of alliteration and rhyme; the “nevermore” refrain; classical, mythological, and biblical references; the question-and-answer sequencing; the symbolism of the raven; or the forebodingly dark atmosphere.”

Find The Raven here.

Care to join me, my poetic friends?  I’ll be back to post my poem here after I have successfully written it.  Here is a Linky if you feel like joining in!

Update:  Here is my Sonnet, which is a blending of those things that caught my poetic eye from The Raven and a nod to Sonnet 130 with its reverse simile.

My lover’s voice is nothing like a raven
He does not quote a dark and dreary word
Tousled hair and face oft times unshaven
No other love could ever be preferred
I have seen Adonises beholden
And men with wealth beyond the normal way
My lover’s lips breathe words of honey golden
A treasured heart more green than gold can stay
He pours the wine and calms my troubled mind
Wends wisdom’s sound as from the mouth of Pallas
Forevermore our hearts will be entwined
Shining as a midnight borealis
Like poetry and verses read out gently
He is, he is my dosed nepenthe!

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Cheers!  ~Jilly

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Day 29 of my favorite month!  NaPoWriMo has us writing based on a strong noun from a favorite poem.  I chose Alone by Edgar Allen Poe and worked from the word Lightning.  After free-writing around the word Lightning, a poem took shape, as did the Word Cloud you see above.  The visual part of me loves that website!  Here is Lightning; enjoy!  Jilly


The thrill of night when a storm comes blumbering
Slumbering across the flatscapes
Distillant filament a flash
Slash the darkling sky
Fly none would die
If hidden outside
Flash bright
Thunder night
Cloud bright twice
The night
Twice the knight
Rides clouds to ground
Cracking his sound
Glass cast to the ground

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