GOTHIC DREAMS

Come here and listen to me
There are ugly deep shadows
Where things could be leering
Snarling and hungry
Heavy and threatening
Damned in the wriggling damp
The age dripping damp
Where dead leaves rot and fatten the earth
Come close and listen to me

Don't go down there
No, don't go down there
They're doing strange things in the dark
You shouldn't have come to the park
On your own
Don't go walking alone

This is no place for one so young
And soft
Delicately tremblingly white
And soft
Run home with your soul gripped tight
Before someone
Some muddied gritty  someone
Touches
In the shadows and shrubs
And the night

                             By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Claire]

I am very passionate about Gothic writing and thoroughly enjoyed your poem.
Innocence and beauty are fragile creatures.

[highonwords]

you paint the world as a very sinister place, a cruel world - where man is predator and prey - the innocent, scarce and diminutive and very fragile - the world has never become so ugly - man preying on man's weaknesses

steph

[Phil Roberts]

Well, this was written specifically to create that feeling. The idea was to create the feeling of a horror film in ordinary circumstances.