Poem – My Lady, Malady

My Lady, Malady 

ever absurdist
little Miss Jaundice, makes him
yellow like the sun

wry Queen Bubonic,
you fashion the king’s armpits
in dark royal blue

and how ironic
little fever named Scarlet,
causes his blindness

witches curse and lie
as is their ruthless nature,
yet every story ends the same,
with symptoms
not with laughter


This poem of mine was published in the Horror Writers Association’s Poetry Showcase Volume II (2015).  It reminds me of a particular quote that I find myself referencing more and more often (from Mark Twain): “The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in heaven.”

For other horror poems see link to the HWA Poetry Showcase anthology.



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S.E. Casey

S.E. Casey grew up near a lighthouse. He always dreamed of smashing the lighthouse and building something grotesque with the rubble. This is his writing method for his weird, existential tales. Published in many magazines and anthologies, links to his stories can be found at secaseyauthor.wordpress.com.