Corvine

A fragment

Of a corvine dream

Tap tap tapping

At the corners

Of a literary scene

Embossed upon memories

Upon memories

Upon mind speak organs

Cells

Soaked in words

Built from the past

Once read

Now etched within

Repetitions

Written in gilt

Guilt?

Ravens caw as Edgar soars

And the horror builds

With the tap tap tapping

On memory’s door

 

Copyright Dec 2012

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