Lynn F Clemons


The Ghost Of Fayette Street - Poem by Lynn F Clemons

The Ghost of Fayette Street

It was nearly midnight in late October
A single car’s light reflected off the rain soaked street
I gave my jacket a tightening jerk
As a cool wind rushed around my feet

As the wind blew strongly down Fayette Street
I could almost hear a voice
A spirit crying from the grave
Crying not by want or choice

A voice that had been silent
For a century and two score
A poet who wandered these lonely streets
Whose untimely death made me unsure

Beyond a set of rusted gates
Lay a weathered gloomy grave
All that’s left of this tortured soul
His sullen morose remains

As I passed by the iron gates
I could feel a presence chill my spine
The smell of death just filled the air
A smell not diminished by passing time

The eerie sound grew more intense
Almost deafening in my ears
My weighted footsteps lingered long
As if frozen by ancient fear

A spirit was sighing...crying out!
Not unlike the Tell-Tale-Heart beneath the floor
Like his Raven on a midnight flight
He wanders this street for ever more

Topic(s) of this poem: ghost

Form: Rhyme Royal or Rime Royale


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Since next Saturday is Halloween, I'm going to share a poem with you that was written by myself in 1996, while spending a week in a hotel located near Baltimore, Maryland's Downtown/ Inner Harbor. I was always fascinated with Edgar Allan Poe, who died in Baltimore and is buried in a cemetery located on Fayette St. which is just two blocks west of the Inner Harbor. I decided to make the short journey to visit his grave. The walk to the cemetery where Poe is buried is approximately a 12 block walk. Edgar Alan Poe is considered one of the first authors of horror stories, and maintains a constant presence in popular culture. One example out of hundreds is a connection to The Beatles. Poe is mentioned in the song, I am the Walrus and is also one of the noted personalities who made the cover of The Beatles iconic Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band LP. As I reached the end of my short journey, fitting to a Poe encounter, the sky turned really dark and started to thunder and lightning followed by a downpour! As I made my way back to the hotel I began to write this poem in my head and put it to paper as soon as I arrived back to my room. This is the poem, I had written 19 years ago:

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2015



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