
Edgar My Darling
Oh whispery muses
Delectation’s perfume
I fell deeply into love
Over the brightest blights
Of the stalking moon…
A stark feral he was
All bound in constraints
Typed upon parchments
Those bitter papery saints…
Edgar …my darling
My grandmother’s rue
Old fashioned wallets
In bitterness confused…
The books of the sedum
Poets moored and defined
She shouted to me that day
You will never be confined…
Oh darling-dearest, my Edgar
Allan and your sweetest Poe
The first muse to ever touch me
Upon poetry I searingly now sow…
© Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
Edgar Allan Poe: American Poet
January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849

Love ya!
Jane
with the pen. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
A great tribute and image of the Master of the Macabre
Did you read and see the " The Pit and the Pendulum ". God it was terrifying, heh
Peter
wonderful testament to Poe ....
Splendid poem of inspiratin Victoria.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Budd
Deborah