 |
Carnival of Souls, 1962 |
There’s a lunatic in the attic
And he’s smiling to himself.
His mind is quite distracted
With dreams of faded wealth.
Below him in the ballroom
The guests in grim embrace,
Shuffle unsteady dance steps
In gowns of rotted lace.
Their threadbare evening slippers
Trail dust on rotting boards.
The music stopped long ago;
The clock is left unwound.
Empty eyes and wordless mouths,
They orbit without a sound.
There’s a lunatic in the attic
And he’s happy to be king
Friends of his imagination
Pay court and laugh and sing.
And all the while his mansion
Is shuttered to the light.
The world within is closed without.
The locks are rusted tight.
A forgotten world, the world forgotten,
Northanger stands neglected.
There’s only dripping water
To mark the slow decline,
And in half –remembered ritual
The guests mark out their time.
There’s a lunatic in the attic
And he’s smiling to himself.
His mind is quite distracted
With dreams of faded wealth.
There’s a madman in the garret.
He agrees with all he says.
He’d love to be your friend
If only you would stay.
John Steed, 2011