Hi, Megan. I did the poetry journal on Sundays for quite awhile after our class; then overtaken by my novel and poetry work. Now you've lure me back in. I loved that this poem came from Mexican Gothic, a novel that intrigued me when it came out and is now in my Amazon cart. I'm not a fan of horror, which I see de la Mare wrote a lot, but I do love paranormal, so I liked this poem ... and have written one inspired. Reunion in the Dark is my first shot at blank verse, so I've got the rhythm down!
Reunion in the Dark
The shadow moved within the chill of dusk
a vapor not quite there, it slinked like ink
spilt from a crystal well, eased to nothing
in vales of night. A black tom found its way
veiled in darkness, faint gait in search of ghouls
seen in night, eyes locked on whimsical light
swirled round him … kitty, kitty, kitty come
called a soul. Which was real, which was spectral?
Sandra, thanks so much for sharing this poem! I love the "kitty, kitty, kitty come / called a soul." I am not a cat person, but my daughter has a cat, and there does seems to be something very soul-like in this species.
I have written a review of "Mexican Gothic" at Goodreads, if you want to hear my unvarnished opinion. I read something scary about once a year, usually as autumn falls.
Hi, Megan. I did the poetry journal on Sundays for quite awhile after our class; then overtaken by my novel and poetry work. Now you've lure me back in. I loved that this poem came from Mexican Gothic, a novel that intrigued me when it came out and is now in my Amazon cart. I'm not a fan of horror, which I see de la Mare wrote a lot, but I do love paranormal, so I liked this poem ... and have written one inspired. Reunion in the Dark is my first shot at blank verse, so I've got the rhythm down!
Reunion in the Dark
The shadow moved within the chill of dusk
a vapor not quite there, it slinked like ink
spilt from a crystal well, eased to nothing
in vales of night. A black tom found its way
veiled in darkness, faint gait in search of ghouls
seen in night, eyes locked on whimsical light
swirled round him … kitty, kitty, kitty come
called a soul. Which was real, which was spectral?
The tinkle of a bell called the two nigh,
a collar lay in moonlight, old and blue,
and I reached and lifted the relic, saw
my old black cat rally to live anew.
Sandra, thanks so much for sharing this poem! I love the "kitty, kitty, kitty come / called a soul." I am not a cat person, but my daughter has a cat, and there does seems to be something very soul-like in this species.
I have written a review of "Mexican Gothic" at Goodreads, if you want to hear my unvarnished opinion. I read something scary about once a year, usually as autumn falls.
Thanks so much for sharing your poem!!