Joshua Gage
Ghazal
-after H. P. Lovecraft
Beneath a gibbous moon, I dream I dive with tentacles.
Come the belch of dawn, my soul is revived with tentacles.
A fetid stench lingers on this harbor town.
The pulse of stygian waves seems to writhe with tentacles.
The tome that brought me here speaks its prophecies;
only faithful acolytes survive with tentacles.
Let the eldritch sea begin its demonic boil.
Let this festering port become a hive of tentacles.
My Pilgrimage complete, I must now bear witness.
I dip my quill and write my unholy archive with tentacles.
Joshua Gage is an ornery curmudgeon from Cleveland. He is a graduate of the Low Residency MFA Program in Creative Writing at Naropa University. He has a penchant for Pendleton shirts, Ethiopian coffee, and any poem strong enough to yank the breath out of his lungs.