Poem - London

London

London dreams
Of Dickinson days
When its secrets
Were swathed in fog.

My Top 5 Favourite Poems

My top 5 favourite poems are:

The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe
The Highwayman - Alfred Noyes
The Shape of Things (can't remember the authors name and unfortunately the anthology it was in is locked away in storage.)
Ulalume - Edgar Allan Poe
Sick Rose - William Blake

So what's everyone elses favourites? I need more to read.

Resource - How To Write A Horror Cinquain

I stumbled upon the following article on suite101.com How To Write A Horror Cinquain by Terrie Leigh Relf. It's a good introduction to the form with some great examples.

As for Suite101, I will be checking out more of their articles, I'd recommend my readers to search for poetry and horror.

Website updates

I have had a busy Saturday morning updating the main website, I decided to give my bio-frags project its own page on the website. They can be read here.

I have also added more links to the Horror Poets page.

The next big thing I need to do for the site is find an artist to design a header graphic for me.

Free Read - Poem - I Am Dead

Dry your tears
I am dead
but I am not gone.

It is I who watches
you while you sleep, it
is I who sits on the edge
of your bed in the dark of night.

Shh, don’t be afraid
it is I who reaches
under the covers
and grasps your ankle
in my cold hand.

Writing Life

My muse has been feeling restless as much of the last two weeks have been taken up with promoting the website and various blogs and moving house and generally feeling out of place. So, I have set myself the task of writing a autobiographical poem each day based on that days events or emotions or even the weather or a combination of all three. I may or may not decide to post some here on this blog.

Today's piece was a total of 5 lines and 14 words, although it's short I think I've said enough.

Has anyone else set themselves a writing project?

New Dream Journal

I'm now keeping a dream journal Dreaming Bee all posts going up over the next few days are old dreams ranging from the bizarre to sleep paralysis to dreams in dreams to nightmares. I write horror, I dream horror. I'll also be using the journal to link to relevant books and online resources.

Free Read - Poem - Ethereal Flame

Ethereal Flame

Spinning around before me
yet only a flicker of a flame
behind my mesmerised eyes.

Hypnotically, it shimmers
and dances in the pale moonlight,
an ethereal beauty.

I sway on my feet, in time
with the branches in the wind
and still this supernatural substance
holds me in its power.

I don't know how it came to be -
this off -white form. Shadows join the dance,
their black veils sliding over this maiden of light.

I blink my eyes and she is gone.
I search for her in the deepening night
until the sun's glare brings me back to reality.

Katy Bennett = Horror Poetry