Ah Helen Adam, whom I only know through Duncan et al. But, as you say,
fascinating.
Digging, then, in a graveyard of imagery...
Doug
On 17-Nov-05, at 8:56 AM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Thanks, Doug. The poem my little bow to Edgar Allen Poe and Helen
> Adam, my
> two favorite 'spooks' in the business - at least in USA lit. Scotland
> must
> be full of them. Helen was Scottish by birth - and a lovely person who
> I
> knew when she was in the SF Bay Area. But the readings of her Ballads
> could
> provide a scare for days. As in, hide under the blankets at night, so
> the
> spirits won't see you and come through the windows.
>
> Stephen
> Blog: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>
>
>
>> With the photo even more powerful, Stephen. But it catches, for
>> sure....
>>
>> Doug
>> On 16-Nov-05, at 1:17 AM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
>>
>>> Ghost Chest
>>>
>>> My mother keeps a ghost upon
>>> Her hand carved chest. You lift
>>> And open the lock with a certain fear
>>> You know what lies within
>>> Emptiness or Spirits:
>>> What flies there
>>> What cries there:
>>> Who knows the configurations -
>>> The silks, the cottons, the wool
>>> She might have otherwise - in multiples -
>>> Delicately woven, folded, kept?
>>> I knew a woman once
>>> The coffin outside her house
>>> Deep under the family Oak
>>> At night a thread sped forth
>>> From behind the wooden latch
>>> Across the lawn and up the porch
>>> The white thread wound to
>>> Take her life - in one quick jerk -
>>> By the flute of her delicate throat.
>>> Night after night I sit and wonder
>>> Who is the ghost - what can she tell me? -
>>> Latched to the lock upon my mother's chest.
>>>
>>> Stephen Vincent
>>> Picture of the "Ghost Chest" is available on my blog:
>>> Blog: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>>>
>>>
>> Douglas Barbour
>> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
>> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
>> (780) 436 3320
>>
>> Each leaf a runnel the
>> roofs now skiffs in green
>> I’ve never done anything
>> but begin.
>> Lisa Robertson
>
>
Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
(780) 436 3320
Each leaf a runnel the
roofs now skiffs in green
I’ve never done anything
but begin.
Lisa Robertson
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