This poem is a fun experiment on one of my favorite Gothic short stories. The "Fall of the House of Usher" is a fascinating read and tells a macabre tale of Roderick and Madeline Usher, set against the backdrop of a dilapidated mansion, generational curses and an ill-fitting atmosphere. This poem has been written from… Continue reading The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
I have always been fascinated by fireflies. One of my dreams is to visit a woodland area that glows in the dark because of a series of complex chemical activity in the light organs of fireflies. The google images and photographs of this phenomena have left me intrigued and I cannot help but marvel at… Continue reading Let There be Light
The weather-beaten trees leaned over, earthy scents rose from the ground; we confessed our love for summer rain - the flourishing green 'n' tinkling sound.
Nestled between green rolling hills, exposed to the ire of howling gales, rises the desolate manor house surrounded by bare and barren dales.
Second poem accepted at Spillwords 🙂
Poetry published at Spillwords!
You searched all ends of the worlds for a rose that would survive the the harshest of winter. How happy you were when you finally found it ! You nourished and nurtured it, gave it the best of conditions - prayed that it would spring forth and bloom into its beautiful self even in the… Continue reading A Winter Rose
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars there thrives no tragic gloom; and then when daylight fades the night I hear chilling cries of doom.
When the evening sky is stained with red, and the sun disappears behind the clouds, drawing her chariot across the eastern sky glints an opaque moon in a pearly shroud.
My mind predicts, the fall of future empires, the complete collapse of human civilization resulting from the tyrannical rampages of merciless dictators who raise a battle-cry that is sure to slaughter legions of innocents, bringing the end of times a century closer.
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