Visions of Insanity
Lost from life, lost of soul,
inhabiting this dark domain,
Through visions of insanity
nothing else remains.
What sights are seen, unheralded views
of a madness beyond control,
the insight of a wicked past
brings anger to the soul.
They lock the madmen up in cages
but who is more the sane –
those who live in their denial
or those who seize the pain?
Have you gazed into their eyes
and seen what lies within?
Have you heard the frightful moaning
of a winter’s wind?
Ask yourself the true extent
of your existence on this earth,
not only were you handed life,
but given death in birth.
Some do know and now their lives
are forever governed by
the spectre of the lonely
night, so elegant and divine.
Some are taken into night
and never to return,
others they are led to hell
and always will they burn.
Midnight chimes enshrine the tombstones
and now the dead have stirred,
waking in their graves,
their silent wrath of death incurred.
Through each tomorrow let us walk
where others fear to tread,
make the transition from this life
and seek to embrace the dead.
Lost from life, lost of soul
inhabiting this dark domain,
through visions of insanity
nothing else remains.
– Henry Wilfred Clarence (from the Forest Town Chronicles)
(c) Darren Hawbrook
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It’s amazing how the subconscious mind works sometimes, plotting and constructing ideas in the background – ideas we don’t always know how to decipher, let alone convey in any reasonable way.
I wrote this poem many years ago but didn’t know what to do with it, mainly down to its anachronistic style. I was reading a lot of classic literature at the time (Blake, Poe et al.) and was obviously influenced by these writers, not only with my poetry but with my fiction. It was only when I began to commit to paper my ideas for the Forest Town Chronicles that I saw a link between those early scribblings and this fictional world I wanted to create.
I was romanticised by the character of a nineteenth century poet, seduced by the dark practices of the occult, and thus the idea came to me to pass off these pieces as the ouvre of a fictional writer who would help to give a sense of history and identity to Forest Town. And thus the character of Henry Wilfred Clarence was born.
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I agree that some of our writing (maybe much of our writing) comes from our subconscious. Out of the blue, an idea or thought materializes, and we’re not sure where it came from. But as long as it works, I guess it doesn’t matter!
Absolutely, as long it works there’s no point over-analysing things. Just let it flow and figure out what to do with it later.