Gothic 2

Candle, Book, Old, Light, Library


Shall I write of the darkness – that around me closes?

The flickering candle’s very brightness the gloom absorbs

T’is not yet midnight, but darkness’ fingers creep

From their lurking place in the corners of the room

This is no melancholic dream, nor a depression of the mind

But uneasy realisation of the dark advance –

As the shadows encroach – over all they find




Trapped In My Ancient Fear


Park, Bench, Night, The Fog, The Darkness, Tree, Glow

Image by Henryk Niestrój from Pixabay 

The last several nights here in England’s East Anglia have been dark, rainy affairs in which the combination of heavy downpours, complete cloud cover, and lengthening Autumn nights have almost drank the light from the atmosphere.  Even car headlights don’t seem to fully break through the gloom.  The roadside becomes an eerie enclosure in which one can only imagine the fear and apprehension of our ancestors as they struggled through these lonely Brecks, Fens, and Broads.  Things are damp and uninviting, darkness tugs at the primeval fears of the unknown.  These conditions have inspired the following Etheree poem.

Autumn Night 
Closes Around
Suffocating Breath
Light Nowhere To Be Found
I’m Trapped In My Ancient Fear
Nocturnal Spectres Do My Mind Fill
No Stars Or Moon To Give Me Comfort
Terrified Of What Eludes My Senses


An Etheree poem form has ten lines in a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllable pattern.




Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, October 1, 2019: Write anything around the theme or words: Trapped in my ancient fear