vrijdag 26 oktober 2012

Caput Mortuum


There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”

That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.

No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.

When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.

Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.

We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours. 

Ogden Nash

Deze week is het reisthema op Ailsa's blog "Spookachtig" in het kader van Halowe'en.
Je kan er meer inzendingen gaan bekijken of zelf ook je steentje bijdragen.

"Spooky" is the travel theme for this week on "Where's my backpack", Ailsa's blog.
If you like to see more or join in, be sure to pay a visit.

4 opmerkingen :

  1. The poem is perfect for the photograph. Very nice.

    1. Thanks Myra for your visit and kind reaction. I Guess you 're right. From the moment I took this picture the poem popped up in my mind.

  2. The poem fits with the image. That image is terrifying

    1. How kind of you to drop by and comment my picture Joanne. Thank you.
      I sure agree with you about that poem.
      Skulls are often associated with creepy stuff aren't they? Yet for me they have an engenious kind of beauty too.