ꟼoɘm ƨi ƨbɿɒwʞɔɒd mɘoꟼ.
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.
Dead man’s peak.
In creeping fog that furls and folds.
The pattered snaps between the trees,
Where whispers wax the eerie breeze.
They wail the waining words they weep.
Bones bestrewn and flesh so torn,
Is left in wait out by the dawn.
Upon the arm and down the spine,
Your skin would pucker, pale and goose,
And fear would fail your legs so loose.
A stirring sight is one quite rare.
For be your eyes but pale and dead,
They'll pluck them from your very head.
The frosted peaks and mountains' crown.
Arun with blood so thick, so deep,
It paints the pass of dead mans' peak.
Oh golly, does this place exist?
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.
So, yeah.
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
This is a great poem, one of the best I have seen on Steemit. You should definitely write more poetry and publish it here. It might take some time, but i think you could be really successful doing so
@steemsearch Thank you! I do have plenty of posts planned, varied in their content, and I never release anything I do not consider to be (within reason) worthy of reading. I'm happy you enjoyed it, and I hope you are a regular customer. :)
Sounds like Poe to me. Great read!
That is an immense compliment! Although Poe himself was a maniac, he was a literary genius and that's what I'm going to assume you were referencing - Thank you!
A nice poem. Nonetheless, i think you should work on your visualization. A more picturesque approach can help define the peripherals of your poem and give the reader a more vivid scenery. But still, wonderful work. I expect to see more of this, perhaps better.
I appreciate your honesty. I wrote this poem a long while ago (6-7 years), and like to think that my writing has improved since. I am a believer in 'less is more' when writing, the reader (usually) will conjure a scene in order to fill the ambiguity left by the writer. In this particular poem, it was an ill-begotten attempt at designing the atmosphere surrounding this peak. The next three poems I am to release are far more metaphorical, complex, and offer vivid imigary for the reader - I think. :)
https://discord.gg/9TV3U6
The link above is an invitation to join a Discord channel called Isle of Write. They have all types of writers including poets, songwriters, fiction & non and more. I believe your work would be well-received there!
I must apologise (again), this link has expired since. I appreciate the invitation, would it be easier to ask one of the mediators of the channel to add me instead? As I may, once again, miss the timeout. :)