Goblincore

~chaos, mud and dirt~

plastic treasures and thrift store jewels

worms, broken glass and toadstools

buttons of every color and shape

buried beneath the landscape

feral frogs frolic in the ferny gloom

midst the muddy madcap mushrooms

there's wicked witchery in these woods

goblins waiting in their mossy hoods

below the bitter bones of trees

fossilized bugs, snails and rusty keys

in the late october breeze

thieving and hoarding their shinies

Author's Note

Goblincore is an aesthetic inspired by the folklore of goblins. It celebrates the parts of nature that are not conventionally beautiful like soil, mushrooms, frogs and second-hand objects. It also celebrates clutter and chaos.

I intentionally wrote this poem without proper punctuation to emphasize the chaotic nature of this aesthetic. I hope the lack of punctuation is not too distracting. This was a fun poem to write, especially with Halloween just around the corner. Suggestions for improvement are welcome!

Reviews

[willweb]

A perfect little poem for this time of year, very whimsical and ghoulish. It is a collection of items, thoughts, ideas and visions that gather in the mind. It makes me think of a brew, a witch's brew or maybe a witch's pantry. Either way the poem was to read.

[Moonie]

I think whimsical and ghoulish are the perfect adjectives to describe what i was going for! Thanks for the great review!

[Esteban Morfín]

Absolutely magical. Loved every word of it. Felt transported to an enchanted forest for a moment. Wouldn't change a thing.
My only "critical" comment would be about the syllable count. Again, it's brilliant as it is, but you can always make it more musical if you keep the syllable count steady. And that's just an opinion.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Moonie... every Season has its treasures.
Goblins always make me more compatible.
Pumpkins smile...to Greet the naughty Monsters ...
tenderly, Pat

[Brad Dehler]

Very interesting aesthetic indeed, bringing the reading into the toad/troll/forest/fairyland. I especially appreciate the conclusion about the "shinies"

[Pete]

it whisked me away to another dimension where anything is possible and the unexpected becomes reality. goes to show how so much can come from what is deemed so little. this is where the good "stuff" of life lives - mystery in obscurity. cool accompanying pic. bravo ... :)

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for the kind words!

[Quietstorm]

Great use of alliterations. Love the idea here of celebrating the parts of nature that some would not find conventionally beautiful. Thanks for sharing

[Moonie]

Thank you! I love using alliteration in poetry. :)))

[Quietstorm]

You're welcome! I'm starting to use more alliterations

[Samuel Dickens]

Although Halloween has passed, the spirit remains, and this is one of the best poems I've read on the subject. Such verbal skills and imagination!

[Moonie]

Woah, thanks for the huge compliment!! :))

[Coyote Poetry]

No wasted words dear Moonie. You took the reader on a fieldtrip of your thoughts. The words danced to meaningful places and the reader could see the many places and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you for the lovely review, Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Moonie.

[Einstein Noodle]

well done .. best Halloween poem i have read this year so far .. love the poetic tools you use to create magic imagery and milk tongue
"feral frogs frolic in the ferny gloom
midst the muddy madcap mushrooms" ... love love love the read my friend! thanks for sharing
E.

[Moonie]

Haha i had a feeling you'd like those two lines. Thank you for the review!! :)))

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We should celebrate the less perfect in nature and in each other. Balance is what makes us aware of the scales that weigh truth and beauty. I enjoyed the write.

[Moonie]

Yes, exactly! Thank you for the kind review!

[Relic]

I never knew that about goblincore. You learn something new everyday, I guess. :)
I used to have a goblin in my backyard that would store his nuts fallen from a tree in the grass. He was grey and went by the name sammy squirel.

Funny you should mention rusty key. One time I was finding odd things on my front porch and wondered who the kid was playing a joke on me. One day as I opened my front door, a crow was sitting there with a rusted key in front of him. It was then I remembered him sitting in my backyard eating the bread I threw out. He saw me from the window.

Crows have been known to bring gifts to people who feed them. Go figure. Now if he could just leave the car that went with the key... :))

Nice poem Moonie, and the lack of punctuation is fine with me. I see it on another web site anyway and they're not even trying to be chaotic. lol

[Moonie]

Lol at the squirrel story. Now that i read the poem again, the whole vibe really fits squirrels a lot. Plus, crows and ravens too.
Thanks for the encouraging review!!