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The Light Of Darkness Shines – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Halloween is a celebration of the inversion of reality and a necessary Gothic hat-tip to the darker aspects of life, death and ourselves.” Stewart Stafford

The Light Of Darkness Shines

The club-foot dragging march of time
chases me past the lifeless stone
inscriptions of dated, stumbled meaning,
affronting my sense of ordered steps,
slough wasted feet hold me back fast to
the thin path between trod worlds,
a halo of the darkly rising unreal.

The club-foot dragging march of time
awakens me to the light of darkness,
a shining mantle of bone-dry feeling
in a river of emptiness before me,
darkening visage of truth bent stories,
weighted sore on my night-scape soul,
ever the stir of breath unseen on my neck.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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All The Souls Shall Stir – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about something fear.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Fear

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“Samhain is a good time to celebrate the lives of all wise elders ….” Caitlin Matthews

All The Souls Shall Stir


The beady owl cries a deep hoo from the dry papered tree for the sake of the covered bones whispering below my feet, while mossy headstones pull me from my gait to their thrall. Iron spears line the way, rusted as bloody. Tentacles of ivy grab at my heels, as the witching hour creeps in when all the souls shall stir about me and merrily dance around my urgency. I pass by the gatekeeper's house and sense his gaze upon my back, not a candle to be seen. Along the shadowed road I see a hearse, its horses lathered in sweat, but as I turn and look again it has vanished along the icy breeze. If I run it will be too soon and give the game away. I close the door behind me. Tomorrow I shall walk the dead again, but not as tonight, tonight the past lives.

Autumn bares trees
cherry blossom memories
crane flies over me




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Note: in Japanese culture it is said that the crane (Tsuru) is symbolic of longevity and good fortune.

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The Gargoyles – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a Gothic poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre

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“I was made to rule the darkness.” Rae Hachton

The Gargoyles 

Near the witching hour
the Bell & Candle spewed life into the
streets of thick winters night,
she, he, arm in arm, dared the other,
a walk along darkling stream's thickets
to cold cathedral cemetery where
death's sting rang off the stone in
heavy mortal silence, stilling all but
leaping imaginations of shadows,
she, he, stole kisses in mocking  laughter 
beneath the angry walls of judgement,
she, he, succumbed to the ancient spell
of heated congress as above them
narrow eyed gargoyles leered near,
she, he, stumbled onwards home,
she looking back to footfalls sounding,
he hearing nothing, blithely, blindly,
fell behind as she hastened to her bed,
while ever the footfalls pounding,
her heart pulsing, stretched naked.
In the morning she stroked his 
impassive face looking for life, 
where in that one glorious hour,
stone had enfleshed its leering lust.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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