#12: The Shadows

What follows is called a blackout poem. A kind of found poem, it requires a text of some kind, not poetry, and a felt tip marker. Essentially, you carve an original poem out of this pre-existing text, highlighting your chosen words, phrases, sentences, and blacking out or otherwise obscuring the rest. It becomes both a visual thing and a poem.

I chose the concluding passage from Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher.” My blackout is not all that attractive to look at, but I think I ended up with an interesting little poem. This is what it looks like:
Blackout Poem

and this is how it reads:

The Shadows

As if a spell
threw back ponderous jaws
without doors,
she remained,
trembling, moaning.

I found myself wild
and I turned for
the shadows.

While I gazed,
a fierce breath
burst my brain.
I saw the mighty walls,

the voice of
a thousand waters,
deep and dank.

Published by michaeljarmer

I'm a public high school English teacher, fiction writer, poet, and musician in Portland, Oregon

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