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 Poetry.com, 2013