Oh Lenore


NaPoWriMo Day 26

From Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”

A midnight curious I nodded napping
some visitor tapping
only this and nothing more.

It was in December
each dying ember wrought
the radiant maiden Lenore.

Silken rustling
thrilled me – filled me
this it is and nothing more.

Hesitating I implore;
but…
darkness there and nothing more.

Deep that darkness
I dream Lenore
merely this and nothing more.

My soul burning; soon again
this mystery explore,
my heart be still, ’tis nothing more.

With flirt and flutter
of days of yore
lady perched and nothing more.

This beguiling countenance
much I marvelled
though little meaning; little relevancy bore.

Sitting lonely nothing farther uttered
I scarcely muttered
my hopes have flown before.

Startled at the stillness broken
doubtless caught unhappy burden
dirges of hope melancholy
beguiling my sad fancy.

The velvet sinking ominous
grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt
engaged in guessing
eyes burned into my core.

Head on cushion’s velvet lining
but velvet lining
shall press nevermore.

Then air perfumed from an unseen censer
foot falls on the tufted floor
wretch I cried respite and nepenthe
from memories of Lenore.

Oh quaff this nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore
tempest tossed all undaunted
tell me, tell me, I implore…

Be that word our sign of parting.

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