Our next reading at the Savage Chickens Literary Society is from tortured soul Edgar Allen Poe:
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the weirding Prairie Thing;And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the grotesque Prairie Thing;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my Prairie Thing, my Prairie Thing, my life and scary thing, In its sepulchre there in Kansas— In tomb by the side of Topeka. —E.A. Poe; “Prairie Thing”
LizardPriest about 9 years ago
A shambling wheat-encrusted mockery of all that is human.
Ida No about 9 years ago
“Prairie thing, I think I love you but I want to know for sure. C’mon and hold me tight.”
Alida_L about 9 years ago
I’ll have that stuck in my head all morning now…. Lol.
John Falstaff about 9 years ago
Ah reckon!
John Falstaff about 9 years ago
“What rough beast, its hour come to be born, slouches its way toward the bakery?” —Yeats
John Falstaff about 9 years ago
Our next reading at the Savage Chickens Literary Society is from tortured soul Edgar Allen Poe:
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the weirding Prairie Thing;And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the grotesque Prairie Thing;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the sideOf my Prairie Thing, my Prairie Thing, my life and scary thing, In its sepulchre there in Kansas— In tomb by the side of Topeka. —E.A. Poe; “Prairie Thing”
Doug Savage creator about 9 years ago
I’m loving these poems! Makes me want to draw more “Prairie Thing” :)
johngregor Premium Member about 9 years ago
He’s a gluten for punishment.