the undead Romantic

I lumbered lonely as a corpse

‘twixt desert halls and shopping malls

when all at once some blood-filled source

sent forth its screeching, desperate call!

the echo flitted all about

like dreams of innards falling out


So vitalised by a world renewed

of eternal screams and crimson streams

from baser beasts I now eschewed

and went to find my human meat supreme!

thus ‘neath the stars I made my way

‘mongst visions bountiful with prey


Wordsworth at Grasmere


top of Wordsworth’s back garden at Dove Cottage
“within the bounds of this huge concave; here should be my home, this valley be my world” – from Wordsworth’s poem ‘Home at Grasmere’
grasmere caves
the first page from Wordsworth’s first handwritten manuscript of the Prelude … awesome to see it up close