The Macabre

A poem about Edgar Allan Poe

Photo by erika8213

This poem is part of the NaPoWriMo 2024 challenge to write a poem a day in April. This is the prompt for April 15.

Today, we’d like to encourage you to take a look at @StampsBot, and become inspired by the wide, wonderful, and sometimes wacky world of postage stamps.

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And if you’re not on or able to access the @StampsBot account, fear not! You may find an inspiring stamp or two by perusing the online “International Philately” (say that three times fast) exhibit from the National Postal Museum.

My inspiration was the Edgar A. Poe stamp from the U.S.

Lost within the darkest 
Corners of my mind, 
The spirit of Edgar Allan Poe 
Holds sway haunting my every thought. 

Like a raven's shadow, 
His words flutter through 
My mind’s labyrinthine streets, 
Whispering tales of sorrow, despair. 

His stories, 
Fragmented dreams, 
Unfold before my eyes, 
Each word a haunting melody.

With each turn of phrase, 
He conjures images of blackened 
Hearts, twisted souls, painting 
A portrait in shades of anguish, melancholy. 

His pen, a quill dipped 
In the blood of the damned, 
Engraves lines of poetry that 
Pierces the very fabric of reality. 

I become entangled in the 
Web of his words, unable to 
Break free from the grip of 
His macabre enchantment.

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