A Midnight Poe-etic

By Christine Haggerty August 2016 My darkness soars on raven’s wings, black and slick with dreaming, while an equine rides on Hell’s vast tides, and the demons follow, screaming. –screaming while I’m dreaming on the shores of Hell’s vast tides. The goblin king of shadowed things flies down on scales, creeping. “Here, my child,” he… More A Midnight Poe-etic


A few years ago I published the first half of this poem–although I wrote it too many years ago to count. For a finale in my creative writing class, we all wrote our own ‘game’ poems and I decided it was a good time to add a little more to mine. It is not finished.… More START OVER?