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Velomore

Guitar's Cry

Disciple of Pan
This is a poem I wrote either in high school or shortly after graduating that I recently rediscovered. Note the incessant rhyme and attention to syllables, and the sappy, dripping Gothic Romance inspired by E. A. Poe.

VELOMORE

I.
There was a town by the sea-shore
Where lived a man named Velomore.
There was a girl he’d fallen for
Stricken by her charms.
So to her he went in calling.
But for him she wasn’t falling
And at night he’d go home crawling
From refusing arms.

For in that town by the seashore
There was another she’d adore-
A man whose wealth to her meant more
Than Love’s gilded charms.
Across the sand-encrusted gloom
Where rocky cliffs above did loom
Velomore plunged into the doom
Of Poseidon’s arms.

II.
Summer’s sun faded and soon went,
Taking the warmth that it had lent,
And cold winds soon the Winter sent
Harsh on the new bride.
For the man she thought she loved
Turned an evil hand ungloved
That struck and grabbed and harshly shoved
Her from side to side.

For soon she learned that some men hide
A darkness that lurks deep inside.
The love she thought she had then died
In cyclic refrain.
But Love still finds its way around
Even on the darkest ground.
And it can sometimes turn around
When all hope is slain.

III.
During nights when her husband slept,
The girl as if in sleeping crept
Onto the cliffs that from her kept
Her love in their deep.
She’d turn her bruised and darling eyes
Up to the star-encrusted skies
And regret in her mournful cries
Love that she let sleep.

Then one night while her husband slept,
A shadowed figure softly crept
Up to the bed that warmly kept
Him in dreaming deep.
Waking from a sadistic dream,
Briefly he saw a dagger gleam.
The roaring waves subdued his scream
To eternal sleep.

IV.
On a beach where her heartbeats sound
Like drums upon the moonlit ground
She ran until her body found
Respite on the shore.
“Come to me, my ghostly groom,”
She cried out to his ocean tomb.
“I’ll wait for you in the gloom
Of this midnight shore.”

His voice carried on the tide
“Come to me, my living bride!
And join the man that for you died.
Love forevermore!”
In the darkness of the seashore,
Feet dancing on the sandy floor,
She swam out to her love once more.
To her Velomore.
 

robtex

Veteran Member
Mike that is neat. I guess by Poe you meant Annabel Lee? What made you think to write that poem? Were you looking at a book, a beach or something else?
 

Guitar's Cry

Disciple of Pan
Mike that is neat. I guess by Poe you meant Annabel Lee? What made you think to write that poem? Were you looking at a book, a beach or something else?

Thanks! And yes, Annabel Lee was certainly part of the inspiration--overall I was trying to mimic the ceaseless rhythm of Poe.

It came out of a tenting trip in the coastal town of Harpswell, Maine.
 
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