Neil Gaiman
A single candle in the wind lay
unlit and cold with icicles forming at the wick.
A cold and shiftless memory begins to play
at the attempts of trying to make me sick.
I really have to stop reading Neil Gaiman…. he’s the one responsible for me suddenly coming up with ideas of a dark poem such as the intro of the one above. Honestly, I don’t intend to write the rest of it, though it is finished in my head… somewhere.
Just goes to show how a writer influence its readers I guess. Don’t get me wrong, Neil’s works are brilliant and twisting. For example, in his short story “Snow, Glass, Apples”, who would’ve thought of intepreting Snow White as a vampire nymphomaniac and the Queen actually tries to stop her evil daughter?
Needless to say, I never saw Snow White the same way again. Plume was inspired by Gaiman as well…. well, his writing of a sculpture that he got from his friend anyway, The sculpture was of a winged woman in a cage offering her feather to a passerby as her keeper lay asleep beside the cage (was she caged or merely chained? I forgot). At this point I fear I’ll never finish Plume, it’s as if it has no definite ending. And that is BAD.
Maybe I’ll get lucky tomorrow. Maybe.
