haha. very clever. i luv lewis carrol, so the whole thing was quite loverly. i am still under the delusion that you are the best person on ff (i jest about delusions!) since i started reading, and my opinion hasn't changed. please come back and do more phantom phics, or else i shall be most displeased...
TH

neat and lovely, I like.

I think you are my new hero.

Very cleverly done.

I would say something very clever about these poems, but I'm still trying to get over the awesomeness of them.

HIL-ARIOUS!!

Favorite part:
"But the fair young Maid dived right in,
Quite eager for a try:
Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue,
Her clothes were flung aside--
And this was odd, because, you know,
Christine was always shy."

It's just so un-Christine, yet so her at the same time! (Pure/Innocent!Christine vs. Naive!Christine.. Naive!Christine wins.)

Very, very cute, I love it. :)

Oh dear that was terribly funny in a paridoxical way. Probably a bad choice of words to express what I'm thinking, but then again, I'm in a random mood.

Take Care,

christine Elestor

De-lish-us Morbidity. Very well done. Certainly holds one's attention.

Brava
I laughed myself silly

More! Please! Please do more... I beseech you...

Yes I enjoyed them, as if you could not tell...

This is so brilliant! The meter and rhyme are excellent--

Oh, which! Oh, which! To turn which switch?
And be buried alive both ways!
She took a breath, chose living death
And met his burning gaze.

It almost reminded me of Dr. Seuss. And you preserved the creepiness of Leroux, and Erik's speaking manner almost perfectly.

"Beware the Grasshopper, my dear!
For it hops, and oh how high!
The Scorpion is the key, if in
Our grave you wish us not to lie!"

Oh, it's so Erik-ish. The only criticism I would make is that sometimes a line wouldn't roll of the tongue very nicely. "Black casket wood reflected firelight" is actually the only one I have in mind. But all in all, this is seriously some of the best poetry I have seen on FFnet. Love it!!

Very nice. I do think my fav list will be full of your stories by the end of this whole 'adventure down Scorpion's stories list'. :sigh:
"Oh, which! Oh, which! To turn which switch?" I loved that line. Very, very nice work.
-LL

Ah, my Lady of Perpetual Morbidity...

Is there anything you cannot do? Goodness. It seems that all I have to do is stick a pen in your hand (or a computer in your lap) and you'll be having your wicked way with me. LOL. Really, babe. I am seriously considering locking you in my closet and having you write phantomness for me all the live-long day. How wonderful would that be? A Scorpion in the closet! Mwahahaha!

Oh, the very idea...

I think it's rather difficult to review poetry, as it’s an expression of creativity that is possibly even more abstract than art is. In truth? I don’t think I’m analytical enough for poetry, given that most of it's subtle nuances completely escape my notice. That, or I'm just an uneducated/unrefined chunk of sugary butter.

But I know what I likes, and I LOVE Carroll’s poems. Your mutual appreciation for them only strengthens my affections for you as a writer, and it’s quite obvious that you are equally as adept at adding dark, malevolent humor to your poetry as well as to your stories.

"And, have you turned the Scorpion?
Come to my arms, forget your boy!
O living wife! My love! My life!"
He shed tears in his joy.

This, coupled with the last verse (a repetition of the beginning) makes for such a brilliant ending. It's like... what is it that's griping my Christine with cold dread? The sight of the casket? The sight of his outstretched arms? Mwahahaha! Oh poor Christine. I guess they are BOTH equally terrifying, aren’t they?

LOVEloveLOVEloveLOVE.

BTW- Why haven’t you posted ‘The Siren and The Giant Squid’ to your phantomy poetry collection? That one was my favorite. *hearts*

I love the way everything is phrased, especially the line, "Our grave you wish us not to lie!" Very nicely phrased. Just when I think your the meter and the rhythm is going to be off, it's not. :)

"O living wife! My love! My life!"

Aww... :) It's a bit creepy, how happy he is to own her, but there's so much joy in his words that you can't help feeling a little bit happy for him. :)

This poem definitely captured the Leroux tone. :D

Oh, I *love* this. I like rhymed and metered poems, though there aren't many of them on ffn. The third to last verse was my favourite. That's going to be in my head for awhile.

I applaud.