Well, time to close out a week or so then, a week or so’s worth of creepy-esque things of mine leading up to this Halloween Night.
I had already planned on finishing up the week with this one but, as a true Halloween night might call and cliche for, it is actually wildly windy out there in this Albany, NY area right now, with unrelenting cold drizzly bone seeping wet, evident all day foreboding an extra blustery, chillingly dark night and most apropos too as it was a similar night I wrote about here, in this one, for the Raven just before he came to made famous.
The post explains a bit more but. simply, to write a prequel to a literary character’s story …
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January 24, 2024
So, at a newly found for me “Poet’s Pub” of a site, dVersepoets.com, I came across a post that had a prompt to write what it refers to as a poetic Quadrille, a 44 word poem (not including the title) but in this prompt it said you need include the word “pinch” in any way you saw fit.
This I did and it is the most recent post in the Attic here, “Don’t Pinch Me”.
Well, came across another poem prompt yesterday that asked that you write a prequel for a character from literature.
Write a poem that is a prequel to a particular character from a nursery rhyme, Aesop’s fable, book , mythology etc.
And the responses that I have read thus far to this prompt are so imaginative and colorful and haunting that I can’t wait to finish them all.
But for me, after running through a few possibilities in my head, I thought to Edgar Allen Poe and the Raven and of the Raven himself.
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Raven’s Night
I am not dead nor demon to be read or written of
I implore you open your door
or window
shutter’s curtains
flitting
with welcome inside out air
and any manner of candlelit care
with which to let me see your floor
please
to just walk that floor
or even alight a door
that I implore
again
you
to open
outside no place for me tonight
in weary last vestige of now blustery light
that casts shadows that scare me from flight
and I don’t scare
for I am Raven
confused of crow brethren
curse-ed cousins
but stronger than they even as they crow foot in murder of friends
what they needs simple
with simple’s ends
while I seek a just solitude and to depart nights
now
tired of taking flight in dark
reputation
just a me to be me but I am scared of he me
and what I no longer want see
in the dim
even eve’s with path clear in crisp moonlight
but worse on nights like
these
this
this one
this night at hand
and I see your light
window
harks
a place maybe to land
and
I will make amends for this slight into
your solitude
.
For I am Raven
I can build things from sticks and stones
peck and grab and stab and stack and foot place just right
or even
build things from thoughts and words alone
to assist you
in candlelight
I just don’t want to flight
in dark
any longer
and
not this night
in most simple order
I just need walk a floor
or alight a door
allow
please
me bring inside
at least
for
this just
one night
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