Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Raven

The raven black as night,
Squawks his promise of nevermore.
A love burning bright,
Flowers for his great Lenore.

The black graveyard born to life,
Ghosts of days past take flight.
Memories cut the heart like a knife,
Lenore bleeds in the dull moonlight.

The raven cloaked in coat and hat,
Brings flowers to the graveyard door.
Then upon the tombstone sat,
The black bird carved above “Lenore.”

2 comments:

Catherine said...

I like this very much, you followed the rules but still put a very different spin on the poem making a reference to Edgar Allen Poe. very ingenious. You rhymed
your lines and made it work.

Caitlyn said...

I like the rhyme here! Usually I am immediately turned away from a poem with a rhyming scheme but this really works! I especially like the line "raven cloaked in coat and hat". It stood out as being bold and obvious but in a good way. I really loved your poem!