Saturday, October 30, 2021

Ink-Smiths

 


Yesterday's chores included reorganizing and tidying book nooks!


Oh joy! Why?
I made room for more😅

The ink-memento below was forged from the poet's perspective

With ink they praise
With ink they weep
With ink they groan and grin
And purge with phrase
What cannot sleep
Beneath a shroud of skin

With ink they love
With ink they thrill
With ink they try and try
To snare glints of
An escadrille
That marches through a sigh

With ink they pray
And beg and brood
Where heartache’s millstones press
The gold and gray
Of gratitude
Into scarred happiness

With ink they cry
With ink they smile
While forging cons with prose
To pacify
And reconcile
The thorns beneath the rose

With ink they wield
Thoughts tools of trade
Where parchment anvils bear
 Whispers soft-steeled
Against the blade
That fells fields of thin air 
  
© Janet Martin



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