Why write another ‘once upon a time’—
Some tired verse about ‘glad days of yore’,
Thin veil a ‘dark and stormy night’ in rhyme
Presaging voltas with ‘calm before the storm’?
If ink were blood, some dull and jagged phrase
Might edge my throat and leave me to my doom,
Black words on paper spreading ‘cross the page
As gore upon the floors of slaughter rooms.
This pen’s a sleek stiletto in my heart
That I drew forth, thus sealing here my fate,
With little time to draft my final part—
Spilled iron gall to mark my doom and date;
A lyric martyr, fading, quill in hand…
Murmuring softly, ‘I write therefore I am’.
Thin veil a ‘dark and stormy night’ in rhyme
Presaging voltas with ‘calm before the storm’?
If ink were blood, some dull and jagged phrase
Might edge my throat and leave me to my doom,
Black words on paper spreading ‘cross the page
As gore upon the floors of slaughter rooms.
This pen’s a sleek stiletto in my heart
That I drew forth, thus sealing here my fate,
With little time to draft my final part—
Spilled iron gall to mark my doom and date;
A lyric martyr, fading, quill in hand…
Murmuring softly, ‘I write therefore I am’.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 