Quill Of The Poetess

Her quill lies in its felt-lined snapcase
Parchment lie adjacent to the inkwells
The blotter is free of spills or overstrokes
Her parlor rug is untrodden

She's writing in the skies
She's chasing a poem
She's burning in the novas
She's never coming home

Living on stardust
Drinking waters of ragged moons
Licking the tails of comets
Lying amongst galaxies

When the Poetess returned to her parlor
Her quill lie on her desk
The blotter was stained
And the ink of a thousand sunrises
written in black
darkened the room

She folded the parchment
Sealed it with gold
Sent it to all of us
And set to sleep

Reviews

[olympiuslu]

Wow, I just love this so much. To me, this is such a unique perspective as I have honestly never read anything like this. Such elegant and imaginative descriptions. As a writer I actually find this inspiring as you have captured the workings of a poet in such a clever and special way, the descriptions are magical! You have made something amazing out of something so ordinary, you have presented writers in a way that some people would never even dream of. This honestly touched me and I think it's amazing, definitely one of my favorites. So well done and thank you for this!

[Nipplegrinder]

I am so flattered. Thank you. I wanted to convey the magic that writing holds. And I am part of a writing community, that mostly is comprised of women, whom I greatly admire. Thank you.

[Delmar Cooper]

A poem sought and a poem caught, between the seeking and the scribing we see at least one poetic thinker.
That would be you, take a bow.

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you, Del. I appreciate that.

[fireangelpoet]

Wow, that's me, no I'm kidding... I really enjoyed this one. The sequence is well done!

[Nipplegrinder]

Hahaha. Thank you, dear girl. So pleased you enjoyed this.

[fireangelpoet]

You're welcome!

[wordman]

all writing is magic that comes from the soul,conveyed to a poets pen

sorry to hear about your accident,hope all is well

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm sorry. What accident?

[wordman]

thought your profile said you had one

[Nipplegrinder]

No. I haven't. Thanks, though?

[wordman]

my pleasure,glad to hear you didn`t

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Wow, words cannot express how truly great this writing is!! I got so many feelings and saw many images, so well done!

First off, the title drew me to the piece, and I'm glad for it.

The second stanza read like song lyrics. The first stanza flowed right up to it.. so I instantly felt the rhythm.

The word choices painted a Victorian baroque scene. I love all the old Romanticism in your imagery.

Love this line and the follow-up action:
She's burning in the novas

Licking the tails of comets

I loved how all those lines and the action in them displayed a playful scene of a voyage into the cosmos.

My favorite part is:

And the ink of a thousand sunrises
Written in black
Darkened the room

This brought to mind the idea that what she created was careful and beautiful, but the rest of us messed it up. It was beautiful and perfect before and we turned it all dark. While she was gone entertaining the beauty in the universe, we took what she created and slaughtered it.

Ooh, that's just so good! Bravo!

[Nipplegrinder]

I thank you so much for loving this. Oddly, I felt the second stanza could be perceived as contrived, as I couldn't rhyme my way out of wet paper sack. Thank you for seeing so much in this. I'm very pleased you like it.

[Davidgeo]

I like this, I like very much how you talk about writing here.

Lovely, wide and extraordinary.... I enjoyed your vibrant and expansive imagination here tonight. (and then we die, or get set to sleep)

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, by TS Eliot... have you ever read that? From this it seems like you might have read that... if I were to guess that is.

[Nipplegrinder]

Is this you?

[Davidgeo]

Who is you?

[barleygirl]

What an amazing, awesome, unexpected journey of how writing can feel sometimes. Your imagery jumps off the page with brightness & unexpected imagination. I love the way the tools of the trade are depicted, clean & fresh at first, then the writing journey is so beautifully described as a walk thru astral unknowns, only to return home to a messy desk. This is such a brilliant journey of imagination. I never know where any one piece will take me, when I start writing it. I never plan the course. It happens just like this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Nipplegrinder]

I am truly flattered by your wonderful review, Margie. Thank you, ever so much. You truly made my day.

[Tiana]

Beautifully written with such wonderful images.

[Nipplegrinder]

I thank you very much, ma'am, for your kind words. I'm pleased you took the time to read and especially, to comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I am in rapture of this poem
It’s bewitching x well done

[Nipplegrinder]

I'm flattered by your compliments. Thank you, so much!

[Raven Moonchild]

(applauds) Absolutely beautiful!!!! :D

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you very much! I'm pleased you like this!