Empty Shadows #20

His name was Kierkegaard and he ask me for a cup of tea.

Number Twenty

Draft 1

 

There’s a castle on a hill

                A house of woes

Filled with sorrow where

                One can linger

It is on top of a cliff

                Lost in a gothic forest

Of Grimm’s whispers

                They forever warning

‘Ye do not go there,’

                ‘Abandon hope all ye who enter here,’

And yet the master of this haunt

                Sits in his garden of roses

Humming along with the bees

                Reading great tales of dreary and anguish

‘Good sir, why hide in this castle of sorrow?’

                ‘For if I left-

                                The bees would be lonely.’

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I so enjoyed this poem especially for this time of year. There is a bit of dread in it as well as biting wit at the end. Thank you for sharing these words with us.

[CLCurrie]

oh thank you, I'm super happy you like it