It's Edgar Allan Poe's birthday today, so we honour him with - what else - a Poe-m.
And an acknowledgement of his restrained calls to prevent suppression and repression.
Fear breaks us, if we choose to let it.
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He flies each day, feathers black and sleek
Perches on the same window's edge
He does stare, but does not peek
Stays perched on the selfsame ledge.
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His form lingers, my skin crawls
But I resist the urge to move -
His stare hardens, I nearly fall
And his feathers do not soothe.
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His constant perches on the sill,
The caws I cannot ignore
I deter his calls. but cannot keep still
His constancy in my pores.
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It watches not, my wretched form
For what, I cannot ascertain -
Perhaps. for the pending storm
Of fear. within the rain.
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The crow, it waits, and does not snare
But looks through fragile glass;
He sits, he stays, and simply stares
For my unease to break. at last.
🐦⬛ 🪟 🐦⬛ 🪟 🐦⬛
Original Poe-m by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (3)
A wonderful tribute to Poe's birthday! I love birds, and crows just fascinate me. This particular stanza wowed me: "The crow, it waits, and does not snare But looks through fragile glass; He sits, he stays, and simply stares For my unease to break. at last." I agree with Mike: this should be a top story❣
Excellent take on EAP's birthday, probably a Top Story
I do love when you get philosophical and given my love of Poe and that poem. This is great, Michelle. Thanks also for reminding me of Mike's challenge.