Haibun

Posted: February 18, 2013 in Poetry
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I’m not much of a poet.  This is my first attempt at a Haibun.  I may or may not repeat the experience.  This poem is about my first exposure to Edgar Allan Poe.  I was little – maybe 6 or 7 years old at most.  I found an abridged “children’s” version of Poe stories in my sister’s bookshelf.  Mayhaps I was too young for Poe.  *Shrug*  I was hooked from the first page.
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The pages of the forbidden volume
crackled open.  Moonbeams lit the letters
and the blurry illustrations.  The little girl
heard only the sounds of creaking wind
and braying dogs…and the squeak of mice
and the clatter of madness from the Pit
and the Pendulum.

The shadows lengthen
Night’s music moans and whispers
No more sleep tonight.

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