The Vanished Scholar

[billy]

hi jack.

i know nothing of lovecraft apart from the fact he was a wacko :d (no offense. the poem holds water without the fact it's a homage poem but there are some nits to pick at.

mainly it's just nits, the biggest one being the meter which held me/the reader up for too long.

dedicated to the heroes of Lovecraftian horror stories, and their writers

The bedding rots in a tidy stupor;
its tenant, a scholar, of no reputre in [in] fees forced to fit the rhyme. (which is wfunny cause it's often the 2nd rhyme that feels forced. it looks more like you went for stupor to rhyme wit reputre and then altered the scheme also feels like the meter is out
circles far and wide, vanished in the dark,
hid simply, like an elder's carnal sin.

His room, a dirty house its mere keeper, would a semi colon work better after [room]
looks out upon an alley and its grime,
one window of those where poor scholars live.
The normal world without, and its walking slime. the meter feels like it's needed here. a suggestion; [The normal world without, the walking slime.]

What pain our scholar felt before he left!
The daily grind of humans and their talk...
So when a world beyond opened its door, this make two worlds, i think it's okay but i point it out as repetitious nonetheless.
all he did was pack his books and walk.