A warming caress I felt on my arm
as I slept.
Sunshine tickles my lashes –
smiling as the light wakes me.
The dark seemed so far away.
Coffee in my cup –
liquid fever sliding down my throat.
Its high temperature keeping cold at bay.
A rapping at my window startles me.
Oh, silly, only branches scraping glass!
I laugh; willing the happy noise to push
back at the shadows trying hard to slither
onto my skin and lingering –
studying my pores; seeking a way within.
Running outside, I find a patch of sun –
soaking as much light as I can
and yet, I hear the creep, creep, creep
of his footfalls as he draws so near.
Hiding the light, a cloud chuckles.
I’m left in the gloom again
as darkness envelopes me in his arms.
He kisses my hand; reassuring me that he’s my friend.
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Poet Rummager 
nice one
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Really liked this, an excellent read.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Okay, well it’s excellent as usual, so I’ll get that out of the way first. Hmm, it’s one of those poems that I can read in a number of different ways and really makes me think. I wonder who it is that is clomp, clomp, clomping towards you.
My first thought was that it was death or old age because they always like to make a dramatic entrance. When I thought about it a bit more, I wondered if it might be depression or some traumatic memory. When you talked about kissing your hand and assuring you he was your friend, though, my money suddenly went on your local elected representative near voting time. Certainly, that would explain the creeping, the gloom, the darkness and the sinister atmosphere.
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Hahaha! Aw, you keep the gloom away! It’s a difficult piece to understand and one that I have a hard time explaining, because it’s not very pleasant, but yeah, let’s say it has to do with a traumatic experience. BUT I like the political spin you put into it, so let’s make it about that! 😀
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Okay, that’s the interpretation I will now officially give it. 🙂
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Wonderful and warm. 😎
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Warm is right, future husband! 😀
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Soon as I saw the word ‘rapping’ I thought of Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’. Another brilliant piece P.R. If you haven’t read ‘The Raven’ yet I certainly urge you to do so! ❤
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Ah, I practically sleep with The Raven every night! I LOVE that poem so much. I keep my chamber door open for him😍😀 I can’t think of a better compliment than to have my poem remind you of Poe! Thanks JT!! 💖💘💓
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Edgar Allen Poe’s cat had another take on ravens.
“The End of the Raven” was originally published in the 1994 book “Poetry for Cats” by Henry Beard. The poem is also quoted online in a few places, including
http://www.monologues.co.uk/Parodies/The_Raven.htm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unaglD79Wbc /* under [Read More] */
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Dreadful! But also very funny!! Thanks for the link, Mel. Poor Raven, but I suppose one would find him annoying after awhile. Lol. Ah, you always surprise me!
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I have, in one book, his entire published literary of tales and poetry ❤ His words leave me in awe everytime. Annabel Lee crumbles me ❤ You are very welcome P.R!
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This was Good
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Thank you! 😊
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