Rain slaps against the windowpane. Wee! Wee! It jests and jeers. Look at our ease of water-dash and drip and fall while you – Haha! – neith’ eight nor sixteen lines have wrought on that page. It’s all for nought, despite your ink-filled fountain pen. Yes, I see the sky makes way its blue for grey carriers of short-lived sport. The assent shows far more grace than any of those regiments of pressed attention marching in my head. Daily it is to their silver – buttons, medals, lining; to their praise, rigour and filing, my polishing by draft’s employed.
As @BeadedQuill, I tweet regularly about writing and the creative life, but infrequently about English rain.
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In 2013, I compiled two books of collected poetry online. Click on the titles below:
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys bundles together twenty poems offering insightson life, love and work for the Modern Boy.
In addition to presenting poetry written by BeadedQuill from 1999 to 2012, Shining in Brightness includes two essays on creative process.
2 thoughts on “Conscripted”