Writer's Might

Writer’s Might

 

 

Buried behind this sandy knoll

petrified nails clutch

a tattered scroll.

The paper cracks beneath his grip

a wince, a glance

the stench of crypt.

Featured in this ancient scroll;

a script? a poem?

a captured soul?

Hearts then mourned with shoulders dipped;

his thoughts, his truths

his words once lipped.

Frayed cloth drapes his porous blades.

His words, his deliverance

now...

escapades.

Buried behind this sandy knoll

his petrified nails...his tattered scroll.

A glance, a grip

of his grayish-white.

Still prose in hand

is this writer’s might?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

OMG. You are amazing literally. I love your style and the power of your thought. You are a craftsman...

[John Ciarmello]

Ditto Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, John...

[Debbie Barry]

This is wonderful. I enjoyed your imagery, and the pace and trension of your lines. The story might be sad, creepy, or heroic. This is great crafting.

[John Ciarmello]

Thank You Debbie! I think it's creepy. One of my darker pieces! I like to go there on occasion. It keeps me on task.