amid his writer's gloom
therein his
beloved darkened room's doom
his pen he poised
to scratch at the tombs
murky memories they were
of a debtor'' prison
through many
his childhood moons
casks of old images
dark and deep
lurking stark
beneath the skin's
red beet
master for the spoken writer's word
peddler of unforgettable stories
such clever tongue he spurred
punchy and ribald
though later
very much a gentleman laud
audience favorite
theater voice cued
he was Europe's most prized
pearl
Charles Dickens
story teller
to the world
a gentleman
who rose from
but mere ashes spewed ...............
(Aug. 25, 2011 1228pm)