In Case of Cabin Fever

In case of cabin fever when the gate is barred

To sun-splashed trails or dappled yard

I cherish the comfort of the common quill

Where footprints of fantasy roam at free will

…and there, in the clutch of tardy spring’s ice-fist

I have been rampantly, recklessly kissed

With laughter of lilac and twinkling mischief

Caught in a dew-drop on thought’s summer leaf

I’ve touched with mien of scribbled ink

The faint horizon-lines mute brink

And defied laws of gravity

To fly where feet can never be

I’ve held you close; suffered the bliss

Of farewell’s wild and pleading kiss

And in the thrill where ink-drops bleed

Its foot-prints spill in poetry

© Janet Martin

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