08 February 2022
Posted by Hannah Barnes
A Flock of Words
The evening sky out my window, unclouded
Unmarred as the fresh white of my page
My mind’s fingers have clutched inspiration
Borne of passion, of fear or of rage
The scritch-scratch of my pen is my melody
My beat the tick-tock of the clock
As I scrawl my ideas in black biro
Words gathering like birds in a flock
My page fills up just as the sky does
My ideas, like the dusk, brought to life
And I wonder what caused them to take wing
Is their flight, like my rhymes, sparked by strife?
But true beauty is found in their movement
And I hope that I might find it too
As I try to channel the struggles of life
Into something creative and new
The birds will eventually settle
My imagination will start to wear thin
They will roost as I appraise with a critical eye
Finding peace as I find mine within.
Photo by Mehdi Sepehri on Unsplash
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