Amberline

Amberline

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
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A haunting ghost story told in poetry. See authors note for context.

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Amberline

(A ghost story in poetry)

By 

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 


Cry, baby, cry 
till there's no more tears to weep 

Rest, baby, rest 
As I cradle you to sleep

Yet 'pon the sheets I glare
for there's nothing even there

Because in your crib I see
A child made of memory 

And resting on a windowsill 
a crow doth stand so still

and Mimics in its breath 
an infant in its death

Wailing, wailing, into scream
Murder of crows that haunt my dream 

What secrets that they hold
These nattering beasts amongst the fold

Upon ghostly vile winter tree
They flock and gaze so wickedly 

© 2022 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
(Addendum: I want to recognize an amazing writer here in the community W. Barrett Munn who helped improve this piece by the addition of an extra verse which I feel made a major impact. Thank you my friend I truly appreciate your valued recommendation and advice. This truly is a wonderful community of amazing writers and friends. ) This haunting little screed was inspired by a dream a few months back. I also feel it deals with the trope that is common in short horror ghost fiction. Where a mother kills her baby and is haunted by her actions. May also speak to postpartum depression. The dream I had was seeing a young girl rocking on a chair holding an empty bundle of a pink blanket in her arms. While outside by her bedroom window is a lone ash tree empty of leaves but covered on every branch with crows. Who are capable of mimicking sound. All of them begin to cry like a baby in unison. I woke up from it in total terror because the screams slowly turned into a wicked devilish cackle. I feel the tale is more ominous and may allude to even more darker unspeakable evils. I can only guess and I feel it's a bit ambiguous to where the readers mind can imagine more to its possibilities. A nice little gothic haunting piece for this dread filled month. CLE

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You're dark Carlos. I'd call you somewhat creepy if I didn't know better.

It's good for any month but I do wish I read this a couple weeks ago.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you David I take that as a huge compliment because in many ways you are right. I'm a huge Love.. read more
Davidgeo

2 Years Ago

You are creepy carlos. But it's cool man. You could be worse. Most people are, if you get them al.. read more
This is a haunting piece. Dreams are inspirational and I believe hold archetypes and symbols that go far deeper than the literal dream. This poem is chilling in many ways and the first thing that jumped straight out was Poe's "The Raven" Although very different, it held some of the same gothic appeal. A sense of terror regarding the unknown and possibly suppressed memories better left buried. Denial, a privative defense mechanism, quite appropriate for a primal sense of terror.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you Soren for your comment on this poem. This eerie piece does send a bit of shivers even to .. read more
Wow!!! Another great writing. Your explanation for this writing could totally fit into one of Steven King's movies. Again your ability to create a great metaphor is outstanding "And resting on a windowsill
a crow doth stand so still. "And Mimics in its breath an infant in its death." Continue to create great pieces of Art.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. This one still kind of stays on my mind. It is an.. read more
a poe of a poem, great read.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ken for your comment on this poem. October is my favorite time of the year and tends to i.. read more
gothic haunting piece
you got it toyota

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you Keith I appreciate it. October is my favorite time of year because it really sparks up th.. read more
keith

2 Years Ago

you done it good friend!
aaaahhhhhhhhh ... poe!

the pendulum doth swing to and.. read more

So glad it was not autobiographical. You usual excellence.
JP

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you JP for your thoughts on this poem. I can't imagine the possibility of this ever being tru.. read more
Horrifying concept here....an empty crib. Every parent's nightmare! A murder of crows....great use of this. The dream that sparked this poetry must have been quite jarring! Well written. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you Lydi. Indeed it was though I kind of blame it on my stress and also a neighbor whose newbo.. read more
Lydia Shutter

2 Years Ago

My goodness...your mom must have felt horrible that she did that. Such an unintentional accident. .. read more
infant death...devastating and so unfair.
the raven looks on...
it is definitely a midnight dreary.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

My little celebrational piece for the haunting month of October. My favorite time of year. I'm look.. read more
the diction is very poe-esque. love it

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Emily. With Poe and Lovecraft being my writing inspirations I so appreciate the kin.. read more
a touchy subject which calls for real finesse even at this horror-able time of year
nicely done

Posted 2 Years Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

2 Years Ago

thank you Dave for sharing your thoughts and giving me a bit of a chuckle there lol. I have to admit.. read more
Dave Brown

2 Years Ago

Too generous

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Added on October 3, 2022
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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA



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