Tag: folk horror
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So taken aback was I by the vantage from the tower of my own land’s confines that I gripped hard the balustrade to stop my moorless soul from taking flight
Trees either side of me Like I’m moving sweetly, fleetly, like a carried leaf Down the Anduin If you are born to be King then the lakelady will hand you it An anvil’s weight this unnamed crown leadlike with light-leaking jewels Fine rooms and suites, sweet things Lingering tastes, eyries; high peaks and tubular towers…
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Vampress
I. Strong, vain men I can silence with one withering look No truck me with jamb-hung onions and planks depicting suffering Jesus In the damp, cloying darkness of a moon-bathed dungeon Forth crawls She dry-mouthed, affixed on destruction Spiderlike she climbs ceiling-height Spite-exuding she weaves false light illusions in childrens’ rooms She is the whisperer…
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Our Lady of the Bog
Twilight heightened Stars as chitinous eyes Dinosaur-laced striations, Corn Kings have died Beneath skies Titan-sized since the moist crowning of infant Time Brooding fenlands oozing bog stink Ancient lingerings, away from all the hinderances Me alone in the flaying wind, walking the course of these leys Tiger eye colour of everything Dun and rangerly, dangerously…
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The Bullaun
Final week in July but inside the church a chill winters the air. Father Herlihy’s sermon always runs long on Sundays. Never less than four but sometimes five hours long. He would write all night of a Saturday, crafting righteous tracts of comical dimension, designed to forestall what it was that his congregation got up…
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