This week, I present a poem very much different from anything I’ve posted here before, one that was written more for fun than anything else. It is also one of the very few poems I’ve written that has no connection to Norse mythology and is not in a Norse poetic meter. Its form is rather that of an English (Shakespearean) sonnet.
It was inspired by the name of an obscure item in a video game called Dragon Quest V that my brother had been playing a while back: the Ghoulroarer. (The name, of course, is a modification of bullroarer, whether through a deliberate twist or an accidental mishearing.) After hearing the name, it occurred to me that I should write a poem about this fictional musical instrument. Also, for some time, I had it in my to-do list to write a sonnet. I thus mixed the two together and took the approach of treating the Ghoulroarer as though it were something that might have come from Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos. The poem is simply titled “The Ghoulroarer.”
I tell a tale of monster music dark,
a sinister and scary weirdness grand,
those dreadful tones will always leave a mark,
a scalding noise that burns like blazing brand.
The Ghoulroarer is source of ghastly sound,
an eldritch instrument that trinket be,
bizarre and strange the form in which it’s bound,
to look upon it risks insanity.
But worse by far to hear the din it makes,
it issues forth a penetrating pain,
with fright your soul it deeply scathes and shakes,
a brief experience will be your bane.
It thus does not with sounds of sweetness purr,
but horrors grim projects the Ghoulroarer!
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