Acrostic Interviewer, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Surrender to a conspiracy
You black ravens hide in night’s shadow
Leather and spikes in the dungeon
Vesiputous rumbling silently stalking
Indigenous beasts on my flesh feeding
At 2 A.M. the owls are plotting

Pleased night light spotlight
Left dimming in the grey fog’s blocking
And cloaking maddening screaming
The darkness sightless shrill of nothing
Help will not be coming

Cunning and stealthy
Underworld’s authority
The Amityville horror

Slippery stumbling over dead bodies
You are the M.E. writing the autopsies
Lecherous gnashing of fangs waiting
Voraciously nocturnal never sleeping
In front of you, arms, that of a zombie
Allegory, it’s the bat’s cave now

Plato lost his apology
Last is the hemlock Socrates drinks
At least it is over, no more pain agonies
The dawn reveals vultures
Hovering over my carcass.
(end)

This is a Sylvia Plath inspired poem. It is a take off of her poem title only, “The Applicant”. No relationship to the content of her poem, just an ode to her title “The Applicant”.

An applicant to a job, of course has an interviewer, thus the the “Interviewer” part of my title.

For those who do not know an “Acrostic poem” is where the first letter of each line of a stanza, going downwards, spells something. In my case “Sylvia Plath” then my favorite poem of hers “cut” then back to “Sylvia Plath”.

But as far as the context of my poem “Acrostic Interviewer”, as I said, only an ode to her title. This poem I wrote in late September or early October one year as a Halloween motif poem for the season. It is basically your typical haunted foggy woods in the middle of the night hearing scary noises. “Cut” is my favorite Silvia Plath poem and hey, what flesh doesn’t get cut in a Halloween story.