This was written for an old English assignment. It never got marked, which I was quite upset over, therefore would appreciate some response. I'm not even sure if it makes any bloody sense, but it does to me.
The assignment was to write a gothic poem in the tone and style of Robert Browning's, The Laboratory - which we had analysed during the lesson.
Would be glad to know what you think!
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Let the crows be chasing the poised
I shall be ready to grip at a halter
Time not to discuss our beloved
No Justice? – Nay coin of your choice on the counter!
He had breached to the nature of countless
Quite different yet ripe and forlorn
Had reigned an encounter of era a long
Tracing no back or no spine to the torn
Had seen you with him and you me as her
May preach our parity with our hearts on the Bible
Mutual – sister, alas we had waited
Performance? A ritual much of which tribal
Stamped letter to mercy herself?
Invitation through hole and into raw hand!
A Jacket for sins which are cold
A man gone in does not return from that land
Utterly not! What mention could be?
Off to his scull we directly withdraw
A mishap ear-splitting with admission of guilt
and should hit ground at sheer swipe of a claw!
Sealed with the floor and the bone on our lap
Sat cradling his cranium wisely
And Justine should breathe out condolence
to none! Shall we yet to thrust the yacht blithely?
Maniac be gone, safe we shall be
So true on a grandfather clock
Nevermore – a phial tipping
Generations persisting to mock.
