Through a medium of what was then

Through a medium of what was then

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It took a seance
to bring back
the soul of a poem
from the dead,
and an Ouji board
to decipher the meaning
while the raven squawks
at the possible rebirth -
the resurrection of Poe,
a shadow moved
across the page
blowing out the candle.
On the relighting
the book was closed,
a black cat lies by
watching a figure
leaving the room
resembling Dr. Tarr
or Professor Fether
but things are not
always what they seem.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 21, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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