Sunday, June 15, 2014

Closed Corridors

The perils of a pen and script
Can keep one fearful and tight-lipped
Lest one brave touch unveils the art
In corridor from head to heart
Where we try hard to keep intact
Those love-scarred walls of all we lack

But on a night of pale moonlight
When all is still save for the flight
Of mist-maned breeze lolling in trees
Thus stirring want and memories
It is not hard to yield one’s will
To invitations of a quill

I cannot speak with pen and ink
Those thoughts I hardly dare to think
And yet within me pounds a surf
Of poetry on guarded turf
Where I am too fearful to tread
…that corridor from heart to head

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!