This night the poet turns in
bed and wrestles with his
fears while shadows dance
like twisted marionettes
pulled by strings of insanity
in his room.
Alone and still his eyes squint
in poorly lit room and sweat
begins to bead on brow he
smells his fears.
While shadows cast on window
pane and mock him with disdain
for being a man of letters yet
cursed by his father’s name.
The raven perched outside his
window watches from a lonely
tree hollowed out by gnarled
time of long ago it gazes with
cracked beak and trembling
This poets shame controls his
very soul while ghostly images
of hidden faces and sacred places
of evil family’s haunt behind
his fortress walls.
Moving from the bed his trembling
hands are searching in the dark
for fear of being touched by bony
fingers reaching out to pluck him
from his bed and still the rhythm
of his heart while howling winds
blow and batter window panes.
Guided by the stillness in this
room he plucks the feather quill
from its rest and begins to write
of boyhood dreams and weeps
awhile dripping on his page his
father’s shame and arrogance
while the courtyard jester plays
He claims his place within the
walls this night as darkness brings
all ghost’s to life dancing in the
dim light watching as he pens
with bloodied quill a journal
entry of family haunted by the
past while terror lurks between
his fortress walls and screams
echo from hell
This man of letters once accepted
and delighted now hangs his head
in shame like a wilted rose pressed
between the pages of lost forever
journals ragged and yellowed with
time and covered in witch’s dust.
© Copyright Vincent Moore. All Rights Reserved
He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.