“Dinner at Eight with Edgar”(unfinished)

“Dinner at Eight with Edgar”

Soon twilight falls upon my weathered roof.

but now, mid lightning, weathered-vane is heard.

The wind doth wave his wings, he spins, forsooth,

into my spacious den and there he stirs.

He harkens not to my sad tale of toe

so punished by the massive oaken leg

of table as I stumble , screaming so:

“Oh, God is there no mercy for my peg?”


He is a mute and un-impassioned bird.

And, senseless to my cry,  he ‘ner complains.

Continues with his game of spin_ absurd;

malevolent! (As one who is insane?)


But quoth this muted  bird, no “Nevermores”.

He clangs in need of basting as he churns.

Precooked,  rottiseried from all that sun.

Though, roasting of this fowl not my concern.


It’s time to dine with Edgar. We adjourn.

My dining table’s laid with Usher’s spleen,

  and now, it’s time to carve that turkey clean!

But he escapes!  my solitary, baleful bird.


“Metallic taste of hardened skin!” is heard as guests take  flight.

The knife clatters to the ground and a scream pierces the night.

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7 Comments on ““Dinner at Eight with Edgar”(unfinished)”

  1. pileofbabies
    October 22, 2013 at 7:22 pm #

    Love the reference to The Raven!


  2. jannatwrites
    October 23, 2013 at 2:33 am #

    I enjoyed reading this….so many great lines!


    • jacquelinecaseypoetry
      October 23, 2013 at 3:01 am #

      Thank you. I have a question for you. Did you realize that the character was trying to cook his weather-vane bird for dinner? Did I make that clear? Just curious if reader understood…



      • jannatwrites
        October 23, 2013 at 4:21 am #

        The references to the peg leg, the game of spin, and rotisseried by the sun, point to the weather vane. I wasn’t sure about how it ended up undercooked in the end, though.


      • jacquelinecaseypoetry
        October 23, 2013 at 1:40 pm #

        Yeah, my assumption that the reader will realize everyone in the poem is totally nuts anyway may not come across. Otherwise how do you roast a metal, swirling weathervane for dinner? I guess I was hoping everyone would see the story as a “Mr. Magoo” thing. If you have any ideas as to how I could make my story a bit clearer, would appreciate your feedback. Thanks, Jackie



  3. camgal
    October 23, 2013 at 5:01 am #

    That was definitely a spin. Nice one.


  4. Natalie DeYoung
    October 24, 2013 at 4:29 pm #

    Love the Poe adaptation. 🙂


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