The Horror Poetry of Linda Addison


Did you know there is genre poetry? I didn't, or at least I've never thought about poetry in that way. Well, today is Black Poetry Day. And, as October is also Black Speculative Fiction Month and the month for horror, here’s a poem from four-time Stoker Award winner Linda Addison, the first African-American winner of the Bram Stoker Award ever!

 Transmutation by Linda Addison
 (from Eye of the Telescope, Issue 5, July 2012)

Quiet crept in her mind, the time of modification
  had come again, singing in tongues of blood
within her prime brain, each form had a language.

If there was a mirror, she would have watched
    instead she felt bones shift, flesh tear, internal fluids seep to the ground.

He waited, eyes closed, the sounds of her dissembling
    echoing, still he waited, this was not mythical,
explainable, unpredictable and usual.

This was his true love, eternal and he would wait
    arms aching, lips hungry, body wanting, the soft moan of their flesh touching.

When a hand touched his face, he openedhis eyes to her changed to he,
kissing the strong hand of his beloved.

Now a new body to love, but the eyesrecognizable even in this new flesh,
love was not a form, it was perpetual motion.

—Linda D. Addison

Learn more about Linda Addison in this interview here.