Week One - Sharpened Visions
A poetry workshop I am taking online. This week's prompt was to take a paragraph of prose and attempt to break it up into poetry....
"There in the narrow hall, outside
The bolted door with the covered keyhole,
I often heard sounds which filled me with an
indefinable dread—the dread of vague wonder
and brooding mystery.
It was not that the sounds were hideous,
for they were not;
but that they held vibrations suggesting
on this globe of earth."
~H.P. Lovecraft, The Music of Erich Zann
|Credit: Alex Scibilia|