Gather round, gather round!...not that close. I’m here again with another tale from my poetry corner; I have arranged some words in such a way as to appeal to your amenable sensibilities with aims to earning recognition via pervasive beguilement or some other unknown means that I have yet to set in motion.
The poem below follows a simplistic rhyming scheme and was designed as a form of fictional narrative – as are most of my poems. I hope that it conjures horrific images within your mind, as it would be a failing of mine to gift a poem the name ‘Dead man’s peak’ while failing to deliver even an ounce of trepidation.
Amid the worn and winding roads,
In creeping fog that furls and folds.
The pattered snaps between the trees,
Where whispers wax the eerie breeze.
By devil's depths and spires steep,
They wail the waining words they weep.
Bones bestrewn and flesh so torn,
Is left in wait out by the dawn.
If ever heard, their harrowed whine,
Upon the arm and down the spine,
Your skin would pucker, pale and goose,
And fear would fail your legs so loose.
For swift afoot and light as air,
A stirring sight is one quite rare.
For be your eyes but pale and dead,
They'll pluck them from your very head.
Your shrieks, unheard, will barrel down
The frosted peaks and mountains' crown.
Arun with blood so thick, so deep,
It paints the pass of dead mans' peak.
No…and yes! Dead man’s peak is the site of a fire tower in the Santa Fe National Forest (not my source of inspiration). However, it is not ‘arun with blood’ and, I assume, holds no characteristics correlating to murderous, feral, troglodytes; you may sleep peacefully and unperturbed in this knowledge.
It is a fictional place, with fictional horror elements, and is aimed perhaps towards a reader of early adolescence. As far as symbology and metaphor, it really is ‘what you see is what you get’ and defines its themes through poetic imagery rather than metaphor.
I hope you have enjoyed this short read, of course, I do have more to release and will do so at my own whimsy. For now, I will leave you with the conjured images that, out there, somewhere, there may well be a peak with many dead people sitting atop it – try Everest for one.
Bye bye, have a good day!
Dan
