Welcome to October!
It’s that time, readers Goblins and Ghouls! Throughout the month of October, I’ll be hosting several guest bloggers from all over the world and they will be sharing their ghost stories with you! Not all of them will be scary. Some might chill you to the bone or tickle your funny bone. Possibly both.
I hosted this event last year and it seems that everyone had a spooky good time. I hope that will continue this year! If not, you better sleep with one eye open. Bwahahahah!
So, let’s kick it off with something from one of the creepiest dudes to ever suck down opium:
by Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then – ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
Don’t tell me y’all were expecting The Raven or The Tell-Tale Heart? Yeah, well…those are excellent but they were too long.
Anyway, poetry can evoke different things in people depending on their mood and now I’m curious as to what it evoked in you. I won’t bother to bore you with my over-priced educated opinion as to the underlying symbolism, but still, I want to know what you think this poem might mean.
Ready, set, G-O!