So, in honor of Edgar Allen Poe’s funeral being held today, I thought I’d share this.
Once upon a noonday bright,
While I surfed upon a site,
I found a link to the past,
A lifeline to a man long gone,
His funeral to be held in Baltimore,
Though no incident upon its shore
Occurred now or before,
Fanatics and devotees
Planned to bow to their knees
In memoriam of slandered fame,
Telltale hearts would beat in one,
Black cats would meow their elegies,
And fingernails would scratch their solemn refrain
From behind the piazza’s brick-laid walls.
Homes would rend asunder,
Ghosts haunt the moors covered
By new-laid mansions who knew nothing
Of the genius who once prowled their streets.
Once upon a Sunday bleak
Poe’s memory buried ‘neath the ground,
No pendulum can slice nor pit can hide
The telltale beating of mourners’ hearts.
Great poem. π
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Guess you figured out the signature thing. It looks great! Enjoyed the poem as well.
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I loved the poem, and I do like the signature thing, too. I need to figure that one out. Any tips?
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Great poem! I'll be back to read Friday's installment in the morning.
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Thanks, everyone! Glad you liked this little ditty I whipped up.
Susan, I sent you the link so you could create your own sig. Let me know if you need more help with it.
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What a great poem! Way to go… and it's a lovely contrast to what I just read: a nasty obituary for Poe written by “Ludwig”. Check it out…
http://www.poeforward.com/poe/texts/griswold-poe-obit.html
Cheers, Jill
http://www.jilledmondson.blogspot.com
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Very nice! Very Poe-y π
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Thanks, Jill and L.T.
Interesting read, Jill. Thanks for the link.
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