Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!
Free her corpse from the looking glass,
unbraid her raven hair that hell might see its glory!
She served my heart the bitter tea of love’s spell
only to shatter my affection with her disallowance.
I wished her gone, but the grave was not my desire.
Circumstance found her hung from the ribbon tied at her neck.
The night black and the forest treacherous,
a tree sentenced her to death with its branches around her throat.
Lenore is gone and yet I see her face in every chamber of my heart.
I pray my open eyed nightmares will cease when I see dirt thrown upon her breast!
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Ellen Wilson at Real Toads' Hallow's Edge prompted us to write a Halloween poem,
but her trick was we must use a line from a ghost poem.
I chose Edgar Allen Poe's poem Lenore to open my poem with.