The March of Words





I can hear them pounding the streets
with their heavy footfalls echoing
against the walls of my crowded mind.
The letters come marching arm in arm
conjuring ideas from words like magic
out they come from their hiding places
drowning me in their raucous din.
I could hear their voices rising
clamoring to be heard, wanting my attention
begging for me to write them down on paper.
My hands are shaking in anticipation
wondering how the march of words will appear
once I start to bleed my pen
staining blank pages that await
the kiss of the nib on their virgin skin.

-The Elusive Scribe 010814-


Ballet Slippers

for a poetry writing challenge

for a poetry writing challenge









The light slowly creeps in from the broken window,
touching gently fading memories of music and you.
You used to wear these ballet slippers in the shadow,
emerging from the darkness all radiant in blue.
The sweetest notes were played on this piano old
as you closed your eyes and danced with abandon,
I watched enthralled in silence outside the cold
not daring to move, not even breathe, lest I cry for pardon
for breaking the magic that you weave with your feet
that you used to rob me of my senses and captivate my heart.
Yet everything is gone, you’re no longer here my sweet,
I was too late to tell you I’m ready to play my part.
To be the one you’ll only dance to as the music starts to play,
my eyes tracing your every movement like a lover’s caress,
but the table is covered in dust now, just like the words I want to say,
if only I didn’t abandon you, I wouldn’t be in distress,
that your world I used to covet has now gone and vanished,
leaving me with just a faint image of you and your forgotten ballet slippers.

-The Elusive Scribe 110413-










You come with your neon hair and painted face,
delighting children ages five to ten.
They laugh at your red nose and your silly smile,
never paying attention to your bloodshot eyes.
There goes a parade of animal balloons
and slapstick acts that never go out of style.
You performed with such flair, without sweat,
like a pro you amazed, you enthralled.
You weave your magic and hold them entranced,
playing with their imagination with your glove covered hands.
Out comes Mr. Rabbit from your old battered hat,
then come the card tricks, everyone loved that.
Who can resist your little magic act?
The children loved it and begged for more,
this was exactly what you’ve been waiting for.
You told them to close their eyes and count to three
and you’ll show them magic they have never seen.
They closed their eyes and counted till three,
and when they opened their eyes you were gone, disappeared.
Where did you go they asked, where could you be?
They didn’t realize that it was not you who vanished
but each and every single one of them who loved your magic.
You stole their souls just like you did before,
you drank their joy and ate their laughter.
And now you’ve gone and spirited them away,
trapped their souls in your glowing glass balls
that now hang around your Christmas tree.

-The Elusive Scribe 103013-


poet divine come and whisper to me
the words that were meant to free,
this tortured soul from chains that bound,
its hollow heart left forgotten.
let the words you conjure speak the truth,
let their magic work, make them true,
these chains that bound and chafe
scarred surface, heal them now.
poet lay your words against this skin,
let them penetrate deep within,
cure the poison left by honeyed tongue,
that is slowly killing this soul of mine.
poet come for i am waiting,
hear my plight, give me your mercy,
unravel these chains that tighten,
drawing blood, draining life,
say the words and seal them in a kiss,
return to me my lost heart and soul.

-eamarifosque 082913-



Last November, I followed Neil Gaiman’s “All Hallow’s Read” where you read a scary story or share a scary book with someone for them to read on this night of all nights. I shared Stephen King’s Dark Half with my sister which incidentally she hasn’t read yet and I read It for the second time. Yes, second. Why? Well, I wanted to purge myself of my fear of clowns and this was the perfect book for me to read.


This is the cover of the copy that I have.

Like I said, for some strange reason I never loved clowns. No offense to those who love clowns or even those who dress up as clowns to delight little children but there is something about this particular clown, specifically Pennywise the Clown that bothers me a lot.

I am not comfortable seeing those fake smiles on their faces never knowing what they are thinking because their whole face is painted. And with Pennywise, I am really afraid. Still I bravely read the whole book again and I have to admit that somehow my fear of clowns has diminished ever so slightly.

If you haven’t read this book I must warn you, I might spoil the fun for you. So if ever you haven’t picked up this book from your local book store please do so and read it before you continue with this article. It’s a good read and one that I highly recommend if you love Stephen King as much as I do. That author has the uncanny ability to transform the simplest objects to one that will haunt you in your dreams.

With that being said, I’ll go on with my take on IT.

The first thing that I loved about this book was that the first few pages piqued my curiousity. When this happens, I tend to finish the entire thing. Anyway, what stemmed my enthusiasm was when I reached the part when there was a clown in the sewer with balloons floating by his side. Clown + sewer + balloons? Bad idea.


Pennywise the Clown down by the sewers.

Second, I loved the fact that the kids in the story knew there was something up with the town and that the grown ups weren’t really aware of. They have their own secret or something and they were put in a position to save those kids who fell victim to Pennywise. (yes, that’s the clown’s name)

Third, I loved how the kids were able to escape after hurting It with their own special powers. What I mean here is that kids have these unusual abilities to use their imagination to combat evil which was exactly how they managed to hurt It in the first place.

Fourth, the idea of finishing an unfinished business calls to me. And in this book, the kids have grown up with different histories both good and bad without remembering their childhood until one call brought everything crashing into them.

Fifth, I loved how Stephen King weaved the past with the present and from varying view points as well. If you have an active imagination like me you can even picture the characters in the book.

The ending I leave to you guys to determine whether you liked it or not. I won’t spoil it for you. The things I mentioned above are what I like about this book. I haven’t seen the entire movie yet where Tim Curry played the part of Pennywise. (I’m still scared) Anyway, if I have the courage to watch it I think I’ll be sharing my thoughts here too.


Pennywise smiles.