Poem of the Week: The Eleventh Night

Happy Monday!

Unfortunately, I was out of town Thursday evening through Saturday, so I was unable to do the second post I had hoped to, which would have been the poem of the week. I apologize for that. However, it is a new week, and this week’s poem will not be forsaken!

“The Eleventh Night” is a poem that I wrote quite a while ago, and it’s a bit rusty (not my best work), in my opinion, but I’m gonna share it anyway so that you can give yours. I had some comments on “Analese” and one of them mentioned that Poe is usually a bit more gothic and supernatural… This is another reason that I’m sharing the upcoming poem. It may be even more Edgar-Allen-Poe-ish than the other. 🙂


The Eleventh Night

“On the seventh day of the seventh month

A young man’s ghost walked into town

He was hungry for life and hungry for love

And through the streets he wandered ‘round

Day after day he searched for hope

To, what he thought, was no avail

Until at last upon the eleventh day

He saw what he desired… Gail

With eyes as yellow as a cat’s

Lips as red as rubies

Hair no lighter than the darkest coal

And a step graceful as a steed’s

A few had called the girl angelic

More had said demonic

But, whether with darkness or the light

The lonely ghost thought her perfect

In her yellow eyes he saw the moon

In her hair he saw the night

In her ruby lips he saw a victim’s blood

But in her smile he saw the light

“If only!” He cried to no one’s ears

“If only she was mine

But I am nothing but a dead man walking

She has flesh and blood and life”

On that very night, the eleventh night

The dead walked through her bedroom wall

He wanted only to look on her sleeping face

Then he turned to go, but stalled

He took two steps till he was by her side

Her chest rose and fell with sleep

He placed a gentle kiss on those ruby lips

And again he turned to leave

“Who kissed me?” Said a voice from the bed by the wall

He knew she could not hear

But “it was I” he whispered to the girl

She saw and heard, but showed no fear

For the ghost that had kissed her ruby lips

Was now a man before her eyes

On that eleventh night the power of a kiss

Had turned back the hand of time”

~ Alyssa Dulaney


This poem portrays the power of love. It speaks literally of the dead being brought back to life, but compare it to reality. Those who feel dead and empty inside can be restored to joy and life by love… The love of Jesus, the love of a friend, and the love of someone whom they trust with their heart.

What do you think of it? Poe enough? Poorly written?

Let me know! 🙂


3 thoughts on “Poem of the Week: The Eleventh Night

  1. Once again I enjoyed your poem…it kept my attention! Your comparison of love bringing life to the dead & Jesus, who is love bringing life & hope to a person who is spiritually dead was awesome. Loved your poem!

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  2. I enjoyed this one, too! I liked the vivid description of the girl and the rhythm of the words really well in this one. You definitely have more element of the supernatural, here, too. Good job!

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