Oh good grief! Is this what it has come to??? Did I really write this???
This is the result of watching an MSNBC documentary, reading a book on poetic form, digesting a little Shakespeare, and mixing in a bit of melancholic obsession with the fall. (At least that’s what I’m going to tell The Bard when he haunts me in my dreams for sacrilege.) I’m also going to blame Linda Cassidy Lewis for commenting that “October rages.” (jk, Linda )
My husband hates this poem. I’ll consider that a compliment given his eternally optimistic disposition.
*with my apologies to The Bard
Serial killer Out, out brief candle!
Severs victims limb from limb
…Life’s but a walking shadow
October rages Struts…. then heard no more.