Ink-Allies

We share a bond

You and I

We know what it is

To wander the sky

In search of a perfect word

To jot

The taste, sound, touch

Of a thought

We share a kin-ship

Unlike any other

Knit together

Like sister or brother

Because we suffer

Unlike other men

Beneath the calling

Of the pen

With ink we bleed

While others sleep

We bear the need

To dredge the deep

Not for the loot

The miser hoards

But for the fruit

Of perfect words

© Janet Martin