My Cadaver

Image credited to: Rob Brunskill - "Skeleton" - ink on cold press.

The dusty crow who knows my name does call, 
and sleeps as grave and sound as my lost soul- 
as time does ponder and rid me mortal role,
I but wander through this dead shameless hall. 
Begone the life, and love, with dying thirst- 
Who knows be true, with the shell I live in; 
leaving me alone, bleak, and left of skin,
my flesh was soft, but it died dead the first. 
Linking from the foot to bone, I bowed much less- 
and left me humble, where no man hast stepped- 
though know not I the rage, nor foul tempest, 
of jealousy, or putrid thought that crept; 

Lost... I am but naked hollow who dress,
the night with burbles I mighty wept.

Β© copyright Eve Redwater 2011


10 thoughts on “My Cadaver

  1. You are in an all hallow eve’s mood.

    Trying to sing this in my head, and kept coming up well short.
    Ah well.
    I need to listen to more songs o’ the irish …but that’s mosting drinking songs…so that might be the problem right there.

      • I don’t know.
        Correct me if I am wrong, when I think of a sonnet I think of a poem then can be sung or was meant to be sung.
        12 -14 lines, in tempo right?

        So i tried to sing the lines … well sort of, as much as one can try singing about a rotting corpse. πŸ™‚

        I meant that I just couldn’t do it or don’t have the right tune in my head to fit it in.
        So its really me mind that isn’t co-operating. Hoping to fix that with dinner and beer. (though some might say that enough beer = dinner)

        Anyways, I didn’t mean that it (your poem) didn’t flow … just my thought process.

  2. No your right, it’s 14 lines, 10 syllables each. What I think I’ve overlooked is the rhythm – so that’s probably why it’s not flowing.

    However, it was my first go, so I know it’s far from being good.
    I’ll just have to try harder next time!
    Sonnets sure are tricksy~

    • Well better then anything I could come up with.
      All I got when thinking of song is well …lymericky / drinking songs πŸ™‚

      Which, tongue in cheek would go something like

      Oh, now my bones so very white
      no muscles nor sinew tied
      a woman, child or man
      death will claim all with an equal hand

      When you dice with death,
      You dice with Jack o’ the Shadows!

      And as i lay in a bed of moss
      lament that no more lovelies will I see
      no more tumbles to yearn or loss
      though a boner I surely be

      When you dice with death,
      You dice with Jack o’ the Shadows!

      Definitely no sonnnet. πŸ™‚

    • Hey there! Thank you for your kind comment! I’m not too sure where my inspiration comes from, I just tend to write down whatever my brain comes up with. I am interested in horror and such, so that would probably be my best guess! My poems may seem a little dreary, but I’m a rather happy person really, promise! πŸ˜›

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