Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Friday, 2 September 2011

Unearthing Gothic Part 1 - The Graveyard School

The Graveyard School of poets was in existence between 1740 and 1780. Famous poets included Rebert Blair, William Cowper, Edward Young and Thomas Gray.
The genre focussed on emotional responses to death, nostalgia and contemplation of human mortality. The poems written were Elegies and often contained a mourning strain. Such works also examined death as a transition.
Typical contents of Graveyard Poetry included:
·         Tombs
·         Graveyards
·         Churchyards
·         Funerals
·         Memorials
It is thought that these poems were written in opposition to the Augustin teachings of decorum and the sinful nature of anything piteous.
A well- known example of a work by a Graveyard Poet is Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Church Courtyard which was penned in 1743 and contemplates the deaths of villagers.
‘The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day…’
The work ‘knell’ would be used in association with funerals and thus the end of the day and the returning home are tropes for death or perhaps transcendence.
The poem was written by Gray following the death of a fellow poet and published in 1751. Although it is considered a famous example of The Graveyard Poets, Penguin Dictionary of Literary Terms & Literary Theory argue that it should not be classed as such because it ‘transends its limitations’.
You may also like to consider Edward Young’s Night Thoughts written in 1745 mulling over the death of old friends and mortality as a human condition. The work is a lengthy poem written upon nine days. It is also known as The Complaint.
Whatever our views on the Graveyard Poets, they were responsible for paving  the way for the Gothic Literary scene!

Monday, 8 August 2011

Ode to a Sunflower

Two sunflowers with baby leaves
happy side by side in June
upon the patio enjoyed the sun
I hoped one day they’d bloom.

The summer sun was bright and hot
it parched the summer lawns,
one sunflower grew tall
the other seemed to fade a little
and lean against the wall.

It could have been her partner’s shadow
shielding her from light,
or was it his insatiable thirst
to drink up every drop in sight?

In ‘Sunflower World’ he was the champ
a handsome tall young thing
but all the goodness meant for two
was filling into him.

You cannot call it selfishness
for God made sunflowers right
and for the survival of the fittest
there must often be a fight.

The heat, without enough to drink
tipped Mrs. to one side.
Glossy leaves turned sunset yellow,
she was burning up inside.

Self-immolated on the wall
no flowers will she provide.
It was for him
and him alone
she lived
and suffered
died.

Funeral

Take him to the wood,
scatter beneath a tree.
Ashes to ashes.

Saturday, 30 July 2011

Reaper

Cold his breath, and stale
The Reaper stooping low,
‘High executioner standing o’er my bed
‘tis not my time to go.’

‘’Tis not thee that I come for,’ he said sarcastically,
caressed the blade and motioned
to the sleeper next to me.

The moon was up and in its light
all forms looked deathly white.
‘Be thee not so daring, Death
To enter here this night.

‘Take thy scythe and sickly stench…’
I rose up with a shout,
‘find some other corn to cut.
This sand has not run out.’

I turned back to my slumber
The Reaper watching me
as if unsatisfied at missed opportunity.

Once more he lifted up the blade
to make intentions clear
but laughter at a half- remembered joke
fell upon his ear.

The sleeper grinning from the dream,
The Reaper looking on
about him pulled his rancid cloak
and then alone was gone.