Haunt of William P. Robertson--Master of the Macabre & Gothic Horror: Readings
The Ruins/An Unfinished Puzzle/The Moor
These poems epitomize the spooky region of Northwest Pennsylvania that provides the inspiration for my horror writing. The vibe of these poems is what Gothic writing is all about. This selection was taken from my audio book CD, Until Death Do Impart.
THE RUINS
The ruins were overgrown
with brambles and briars.
Crumbled walls cast shadows
in the moonlit gloom
& toadstools crunched underfoot.
Cold drafts seeped from
subterranean vaults.
Ghostly lovers embraced
like tangled roses.
AN UNFINISHED PUZZLE
The sky is a Ouija board of bright stars.
Frost glows on the frozen lane,
and wolves glide ghostly from a thicket.
Owls worry the marshes with their calls.
The night is an unfinished puzzle
with plenty of pieces missing.
THE MOOR
Out
on the moor
wasted trees
writhe
with
rigor mortis.
Catacombs
of mist
confuse & frighten
until dusk
creaks shut
with a blast
of black rain.