gothic – Parisian Poetry

The Chimes of St Clare

Happy Halloween! Enjoy! Here’s a Gothic poem for you. Can you guess what creature I am?

The harmless bathroom spiderLives in a crack in the wallThe harmless bathroom spider Sees nothing at allThe harmless bathroom spider Speaks but does not make a sound. Doesn’t move an inch, or cover any ground.Against the wall he can be foundSpindly legs, so delicate they break:A hammer to glassA soul to shake. Insnaring invisible bathroomContinue reading “The Harmless Bathroom Spider”

A Drum

Your shoes doth drum upon the floorboards Like a heartbeat Echoing inside the wounds of men A drum a drum My love doth come By Mr. S.

youth at a glance

Times they roll and seasons they spin, only for the land to go begging once more. the final piece of the puzzle is found, his work once more shall be done at the close of midnight. he will have what he seeks, almost a century since the last feast. flying in the ether are scurryingContinue reading “youth at a glance”

Chatterton – an ode

As high as a cloud wandering on Bristol’s towerForever will I sing his nameFruitfully brought me to his finest hourForever a great organ plays its painWill I go no more to St Mary Redcliffe?A fine repose now in a sea of modernityIn whose gothic ramparts held religious communitySang a song worth, ten men, when Chatterton’sContinue reading “Chatterton – an ode”

The Invisible World

In casts of iron there rests a manOf steely braces and wrought iron handsIncredulous – his one feature, being only referred to as a creatureMany had forsaken what was once lostAs Marley’s Ghost counts the costOf his life, swimming in sin; old Scrooge’s mind is wearing thinAlone he has been, but no more…Now the InvisibleContinue reading “The Invisible World”