The Presentment of Folly as a Ruin . . .

              Death bides alone, Accursed, the Unbesought,
                     
              Within the Crawl-Space of Life’s Edifice –

              A Folly by your own Vainglory wrought,

              Condemned, a Heartbeat from Time’s Precipice.

Catherine Eisner 2020                           
         

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Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 

see Eisner’s Sister Morphine (2008)

http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/sister-morphine.html

and Listen Close to Me (2011)

http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/published-this-autumn-listen-close-to.html 

and A Bad Case (2014)

http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/a-bad-case-and-other-adventures-of.html

Juvenilia . . . A Teenage Notebook . . .

A grief ago*

A grief ago

the fire burned itself out

where this small dog now

dares to paw the ashes.

I shall not shout

at one too meagre

to tempt my

 injustices.

In the Manner of Walter Savage Landor.

  O prosper not the past

that we may eat upon

a harvest lost, laid waste

    by our own carrion.**

*A coherent line from a word-salad-poem by Dylan Thomas.

** A reference to overpopulated London and the Thames, polluted since the early 19th Century.
The prince destined to be King Henry IX died, aged 18, from typhoid fever from a swim in the Thames
near Richmond in October 1612.