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A Sneak Peek at
Poetry from Cyber-Pulp Ebooks
From JULIA, DAUGHTER OF…
"FOR THE FAIREST"
By Erin Donahoe
She was the fairest,
Julia realizes, as she
looks in the mirror,
not only at that time,
but for all time.
She was the fairest.
The fairest of all.
She is coming
to visit.
Julia looks at herself
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in the mirror,
and claws her cheek.
Four bloody scratches.
There is an apple pie
baking in the oven.
The smell of cinnamon
and sugar have covered
the scent of
something darker.
Her mother is coming
to visit.
Julia looks in the mirror
at her pale white skin
and her dark hair,
the brightness of red
on her cheek.
It will never be enough.
No matter how lovely,
it will never be enough.
Mother will always be
the fairest.
Mother will always have
the princely husband,
the perfect hair,
the perfect face,
the perfect figure.
Mother is coming to visit.
Julia hopes she
likes dessert.
From PRAIRIE CEMETERY
THOSE WHO WATCH
By G. W. Thomas
Their hatred is old
They see us laugh, revile us
They see our broad grins
And wish to lick the spittle
From our bare white teeth
They know we can feel
Taste the fire born inside
Of our lungs and loins
Heat of bodies still alive
They once felt it too
But they died and went beyond
Now they can see us
Only as night turns black-blue
And in their cold dreams.
From NIGHT’S DARKNESS COMING
THE WEREWOLF’S ANTHEM
By G. W. Thomas
O wild blood burn in my ancestral veins,
As the old curse comes to take me away,
Driving spears through fingers, acid my brains.
It is as old granny Mair oft did say,
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“The blood never lies, never rests for long,”
My clan driven from Alba in Scott’s day.
The white moon rises bringing the dark song,
Sung from jet-black lips, cold with lupine breath,
Too hungry to worry of right and wrong.
The pack-call goes up; tonight there’ll be death,
The fangs are white; the fur is stretched hard back,
Soon the tears will begin for the bereft.
Wild cries take up the song to my attack,
Wolf King, even if as a man I lack.
Now, without further delay…
CONTENTS
Introduction
“Hamlet Meets His Father’s Ghost” by William Shakespeare
“The Funeral” by John Donne
“Thalaba the Destroyer” (An Excerpt) by Robert Southey
“Christabel” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“The Giaour: A Fragment of a Turkish Tale” by Lord Byron
“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
“La Belle Dame Sans Merci” by John Keats
“The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
“Porphyria’s Lover” by Robert Browning
“Remembrance” by Emily Bronte
“Because I Could Not Stop For Death” by Emily Dickinson
“Goblin Market” by Christina Rossetti
“Tomlinson” by Rudyard Kipling
“The Stolen Child” by W. B. Yeats
“The Listeners” by Walter de la Mare
INTRODUCTION
Poetry covers the wide range of human emotions. William Cullen Byrant in his
Library of World Poetry divides up the collected poems into topics. One of the topics he
misses is horror. I have been in recent years a collector of terror poems, of moody dark
verse and plays with horrific scenes. The ancient plays of Sophocles, Euripedes and
Aeschylus are dark destructive scenarios, Beowulf is filled with monsters, but it is only
with the blossoming of the English language that my favorite poets begin. William
Shakespeare is as obvious as Edgar Allan Poe or the Romantics. Some poets wrote only
one black gem while others lived their entire lives inside the gloom-filled world of dark
verse.
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