(Note: In support of the Edgar Allen Poe Museum and Mystery Writers of America, I purchased a brick and a 10″replica of EAP.) I don’t understand. The Edgar doll was supposed to inspire me to write. Sitting atop the computer desk he says nothing, does nothing, for himself or me. From his perch he looks down on me. Is it because I am cast in his shadow that I’ve lost my words?
There! Did he blink? Was the smile he is wearing sewn on or is it new? Oh Lord, what have I let loose upon myself!
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Silence speaks (epa doll)
Reckoning lonely nightfall
Begs an angel’s winged wisdom
Bestowing heaven’s answers
On mortal man owed nothing
But, a lonely road to a shoveled grave
snatched by death of earthly memory
And Sir, Will this answer signify?
For, Surely, it did not I