The Pen

Nestled on my own am I –

just waiting for the chance to shine –

to roll along a page, and hold

the echoes of a memory.

On touching page, my nib bleeds forth

my lifeblood, in a curving line,

that forms in words – and thoughts – the lives

of people holding me in hand.

My blood has spelt the death knell

to so many things, and places, too

and, equally, I’m glad to say

has given birth to all that’s new!

Published in the International Society of Poets anthology: ‘Immortal Verses’, 2007, and in, 2013

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