Real Toads: magical mystery of Poe

For Fireblossom Friday at the online writers' place Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, we're asked to make Poe proud by writing a poem about magic.

I don't know much about magic. However, I know a little bit about Edgar Allan Poe, perhaps not enough to make him proud, but given the restraints under which I write today (ill health; being away from home and dog) I've done my best, Edgar.

edgar allan poe, y’know,

wrote The Raven, never mo’

 

but for a very real fear-gusher

he wrote The Fall of the House of Usher.

 

I saw it once on a movie screen

scariest thing I’d ever yet  seen

(and I a most susceptible teen)

it magically made my blue eyes green

 

so I have sworn off ever more

movies classified as horror

Poe, by the way, was the first American to try to make a living by writing, but not before giving other careers a try. He suffered under restraints far worse than Golden-Retriever-withdrawal, I might add.