driven mad by the quills of the dead

driven mad by the quills of the dead

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


driven mad by the quills of the dead 

 

 

this time of night

the spontaneous shadows

of a half-lit moon

drunkenly heave their light

in arched bows

on a half-lit loon

 

making odd syllabic sounds

in a pond of candle flame

and the eerie combination abounds

to spew words of ghostly blame

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/11/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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I had visions of sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories! When night falls, all the old regrets and ghouls come out to haunt us...and steal our sleep. Until that half-lit moon cedes power to the sun, we beat ourselves up and suffer. Good one...excellent imagery! Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

ooh, i like those visions...thanks so much Lydi.
j.
I remember reading Plath for the first time in a library in Charleston,
South Carolina. It stopped me in my tracks, as if a wave of ocean water had hit me square between my eyes. There's a "sureness" about this poem Jacob. By sure I mean nothing else other than poetic sounds can stress the intuitive feeling of assurance. We are then comforted by not only our madness, but the madness of others....Great poem...

ps: I buried my last great aunt this past weekend. a woman as irrational and unwavering as any other soul on earth. Whenever i'm in Chicago, I think of you brother. Always unwavering and three dimensional../ dana

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your complimentary words on the poem and thinking of me when you are in Chicago...wish.. read more
when these ghostly hauntings are going on i find 'tis best to hide lest the Raven comes peck peck pecking....

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

ha ha, thank you for the smile, Stella,
j.
This gives me such an odd and eerie feeling, reminds me of a Fleetwood Mac song, particularly, "Sisters of the Moon."

I have visions of haunted birds. Birds can be mysterious and cause a sense of uneasiness, so I like how you used them are the topic of the piece.

I also enjoyed your rhyming pattern, and also your juxtaposition between dark and light, "night/shadows" then "light/half lit moon." Well done!


Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Velvet...i love Fleetwood Mac...and you reminded me in your review o.. read more
this un is truly brilliant good sir! They never shut up until you write them down! hope they left you alone after that one... Wonderfully macabre and clever double meanings in your haunting vision a delight to this bunny's ears :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you so much for your kind review, Bb...
j.
J you gotta teach me to write art like this
Awesome, simple but complex at the same damn time.
The rhythm is out of this world.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Zipho...appreciate your kind words.
j.
Very Poe like poem, complex in meanings and yet possibly simple. Could not help but think in the dead of night thoughts become their loudest which could manifest into madness within oneself.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you for your thoughts, andrew,
j.
Wow j.! Superb title and classically beautiful, haunting poem..a filtered snapshot of phantasms, embellished with foreboding “half-lit loon” tremolos under a “half-lit moon”- love the gossamer darkness and rhyme of this write. Spectacularly “eerie” tone and feel- and a spectral poetic voice to “spew words of ghostly blame”- scary, scary, scary.. the poet fights the demons of night and memories.Masterful, you have channeled Poe in the nuances of your brilliant words.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

your review is much better than the poem...i am flattered and pleased that you liked it enough to wr.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

4 Months Ago

I hear my dark nights in your words, my friend. I suffer too. Blessings, peace, healing light sent t.. read more
Difficult at times to live up to the ghosts of old poets let alone the ghosts of our own writings...the best ideas seem to come in the darkness, to be jotted down on a scrap of paper...or lost if none is found.

and it does seem at those times that that half-lit moon throws its light on the half-lit loon and out of those shadows comes the warbling cry of a loon. (lunacy is a close companion of brilliance)

I believe you understand this feeling quite well.

A good write, j.

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

i think i do know that feeling, Ted...afraid so.
thank you,
j.
I chuckled on this all the way to the washing machine and back :-) I was visualizing Our Mad Jacob with Quill and hair a mess, standing up in clumps, kicking wads of scrap lined paper with lines of words tossed with frustration. I saw bookshelves filled and posters of famed writers and a couple used as a dart board. I chuckled but then, I asked myself," Does Jacob like his own writing?" Then I thought about the Little letters and no Capitals and the significance of the insignificant symbolism. But the style never changes so he must. He is comfortable,confident with his style or he would waver and test the waters. esp. knowing he is schooled to know all the styles." Hmmm. this write in 61 words including title sure brings me to ponder between the lines.:-)

Posted 4 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Months Ago

thank you, Connie...actually yes, guess i am comfortable in my poetic shoes as to how i write...do i.. read more
Cryingkate

4 Months Ago

Well, i guess the bests writers won't know how good they are since they have to keep working for per.. read more

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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