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“Intangible!
Here a raindrop spans the sky
through which rainbows fall
to tender earth.
From nowhere else is darkness banned
save the door
between now and Evermore.”
These were the words I pondered
while shadows grew long on my office floor,
and my family stalked the kitchen
in search of bread,
which I couldn’t
provide for them
(for they were dead)
When a crooked notion
erupted in my head—
The fast escape from an empty life
Addling my wits,
it bridled my dreams
In a flurry of despair,
I forgot them.
I forgot my—
Dusk light filtered through the blinds.
I kept reading, in a trance,
got up from the floor,
switched on the lights,
into the kitchen,
and made a sandwich.
The television from my living room
beckoned,
“Drown your worries, and down your meal
in front of my delicious peel
this glowing glass screen
where reels and reels
of hearty entertainment play,
Let me devour your trivial quest—
as if that could earn you rest.
Forget yourself, and
allow me to lullaby your soul
to sleep upon your—
molting couch.”
The couch was a casket,
dank and dusty,
So I swallowed my last bite—
collapsed to the floor
“Thank you.” I said,
leaning back,
embraced by static.
Flash-Color-Numb
Sleep…
I awoke.
The television was off.
I got up, rocked the switch.
No TV—power out?
Behind me a wispy shout—
Startled, I turned around.
The walls were waking.
Tap-tap, rapped the door.
“Yes?” I cried. “Who’s there!”
I shed a tear.
Tap-tap.
T-t-tap, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-tap.
I sprinted to the door—stumbled—
solid oak and stained by years.
The peephole revealed a shrouded guest.
Something about them
tugged a memory,
tickled my gut.
I creaked open the door,
stepped back,
Gestured to my table—
It sat—
I offered it
a can of soda.
It cocked its cowl,
sleeves raised, crossed.
My hands were shaking—
Couldn’t think.
My sweat was cold,
composure breaking.
The sun was setting
as I avoided its gaze.
Light drooped in
from the street and moon
What did it want?
I thought to ask.
Tears pressed out—
No words released.
Another thought occurred to me,
Escaped my lips, audibly:
Tasting salt,
I said,
“I’m too afraid to speak.”
The shroud sat up straight. Its
blank stare seared the air
I was naked in its scrutiny.
“See,”
Was its muted squeal,
Hood waving towards my study.
The office was ruin,
Books, letters strewn.
Someone else was in my house.
“You,” scratched the figure,
louder
It stood up and turned around.
“Me, what?!”
It reached the door.
I jumped in front,
Yelled, “ME WHAT?!”
It reached past me for the handle.
I saw no hand.
”Wait—
What are you?
Who’s lurking about?”
The doorknob turned…
With a battle cry,
I flung myself forward.
No resistance met,
I teetered down,
looked up.
Kissing the wall
with a swaying swish,
The black robes fell as mud.
In an instant, hours fled.
As fabric pooled,
a hell that bled.
Uncovered now, a wavering light—
Floated where its head
Should have been.
Curiosity fluttered,
Consumed my gaze.
To see what swirled
in the luminous core,
collecting into a solid—
something
and…
Time stretched and shrank...
and…
That something—a snow-white dove?
The orb-glow dimmed.
No—
a crow
flew towards me with wings beating slow,
Flooding my sight
as
I wept.
It landed on my shoulder,
Perched, my timeless guest,
Not always seen—
to enter forever
into my rest.
* * *
I have cleaned my wrecked study,
I’ve stood at the door
that opens into
Evermore.
It matters not where I stand—
Only that I stand.
The ghosts of my family
No longer call,
They are with me,
One
and All.
I feel like this is somewhat evocative of Poe's The Raven, but it may just be in the Title Evermore. Perhaps less dark but calling up a similar sense of loss and yearning.
Will I be very out of place if I say it’s so good I wanna cry? (I do get dramatic like that.) There’s something about going from the eeriness of a shrouded guest to offering it a can of soda, so satisfying. So integrated.