Writing a poem,
One that seems to write itself.
Hand-possessed guides the pen,
Words across the paper.
Each word is a brick,
Part of a course laid,
Rows of poetic masonry
Part of a larger work,
A work of art.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Branwen’s Poetry to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.