Doctor Bones

Doctor Bones

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I watched him stalk through the evergreens
In his black top hat and tails,
Just like some figure, lost in dreams
Or a voodoo doll, with wails,
I’d heard that they called him Doctor Bones
And thought that I could see why,
With teeth that gleamed like white tombstones
And a hole for a missing eye.

‘You conjure him up,’ said Marceline,
‘You bring him back from the grave,
His ancestors had laid him down
He was much too bad to save.’
She called Darleen and she told her, ‘go,
Bring a ritual bird to slay,
We have to get rid of Doctor Bones
Or Marc may die today.’

I lay back on the verandah, and
I fell in a tranceful stare,
I looked on out to the evergreens
And knew I could see him there,
He carried a stick and danced about
Then bowed with a sweep of his hat,
‘He’s dancing upon my grave,’ I said,
‘Now what do you think of that?’

Darleen came back with a feathered bird
And she danced and swung it round,
Filling the air with feathers as she
Dashed the bird on the ground,
‘Get back to the grave you came from,’
Marceline screeched out to the wood,
And Doctor Bones responded with moans
Then sank to his knees in mud.

They said that they broke my fever as
The bird had screeched at the last,
They wiped its blood all over my face
Where it seemed to set, like a cast,
I rose up out of my torpor and
Saw Darleen clutching the cat,
While I was stood by the mirror, and
Was wearing his tails and hat!

David Lewis Paget


© 2016 David Lewis Paget



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This is my response to the trashy rigrogs ( throw'in that work back in your stupid face )
What hate must fill your heart and soul! You sick sick individual. God forbid you are a poet.
You need love and forgiveness for attacking Mr. Padget....you are dark and evil....

Posted 1 Year Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

David Lewis Paget

1 Year Ago

I've deleted his trashy post, Jane. Thanks for coming to my rescue.
Jane Winters Rogers

1 Year Ago

You are welcome.



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I always enjoy your poems. I find myself anticipating the spooky twists and turns, the suspense and at times even fear and shock. The imagery is fantastic. Really get's me thinking, especially when. i'm alone. "While I was stood by the mirror, and Was wearing his tails and hat! Well written and expressed.Your writing is awesome.


Posted 1 Year Ago


Always a joy to read your work. . .well written. . .

Posted 1 Year Ago


Saint Saens, "Danse Macabre" was surely playing while he did his jig on the graves David.
A lesson that not all things can be found in the science and medical books. ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


A wild tale my friend.
‘He’s dancing upon my grave,’ I said,
‘Now what do you think of that?’
Dancing on graves and waking up wearing tails and hat. Always leave the reader with a good tale to remember. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem my friend.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


I picture the New Orleans black magic here. Voodoo in the air. Ha.
A great tale to be sure and one a person could feel made into a lilting song of foreboding.
I do like what you are doing with the condensed versions of your poetic form. I also enjoy the more elaborate poetry you create.
Great work as usual David!

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is my response to the trashy rigrogs ( throw'in that work back in your stupid face )
What hate must fill your heart and soul! You sick sick individual. God forbid you are a poet.
You need love and forgiveness for attacking Mr. Padget....you are dark and evil....

Posted 1 Year Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

David Lewis Paget

1 Year Ago

I've deleted his trashy post, Jane. Thanks for coming to my rescue.
Jane Winters Rogers

1 Year Ago

You are welcome.
nice piece of black magic David, burn the hat and tails I'd say, a good one for a shiver my friend.......seems you have some strange comment below, critics huh' they never make sense lol

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 9, 2016
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Tags: voodoo, tombstones, wails, Marceline

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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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