The genre of horror tends to go through phases where certain subgenres experiencing a sort of “renaissance”, where writers and filmmakers explore all limits of the subgenre, where audiences become temporarily obsessed with the subgenre. It’s happened with creature features, psychological horror, slasher films, haunted houses, demonic possession, and the hyper-realistic gore of the “torture porn” subgenre. I guess that, currently, supernatural “found-footage” horror is the big, mainstream deal, what with the Paranormal Activity series, the V/H/S/ series, and July’s upcoming The Gallows.
However, a wholly different type of horror is bubbling up from underneath. Movies and television are gradually starting to explore the intersection between the sinister and the fantastic, while books have long intertwined the two.
Here is the third installment of my NaPoWriMo 2015 poem challenge. I wrote a poem a day for the entire month of April, all of which I’ve posted to Instagram and am now compiling here. Check out the first installment here and the second here.
For this series of poems, I was inspired by history, natural phenomena, and fairy tales.
Enjoy! Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram @storiesforghosts.
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Day 15: Lampa, Peru, is a fascinating place I hope to visit one day. This poem was inspired by the tomb of Enrique Torres Belon. He had the skeletons of buried villagers dug up and used to decorate his tomb. Lampa Who plucked us from the earth, For our cool, snug graves? We lived our lives, Unfurling and blossoming and reaching to the sky Until the sun set and winter touched us each Tracing a small cross on our foreheads, Bidding us to rest. We obeyed the laws of heaven And we were happy to burrow down Like roots, anchoring the future. But now, it was all for nothing. Who was this man who strung us up Inside a great stone column Where there is nothing, Not even the wind visits To rattle through our ribs, our teeth. No, we are silent. We do not move We cannot unfurl and blossom and reach for the sky. We hang side by side Like faded tapestries of Stories no one remembers. And now he sleeps, oblivious Of our empty black eyes Searching the sky for justice. #lampaperu #peru #tomb #ossuarytomb #skeletons #burial #dead #creepy #morbid #macabre #poem #poet #poetry #poemcommunity #poetrychallenge #poetsofinstagram #amwriting #napowrimo #aprilpoems