Thursday, December 20, 2012

A Pen Right Through - Poem

The last stanza of this poem is one of my all-time favourites!

Photo by János Fehér

A Pen Right Through
by Grace Pringle

In my heart they drove a pen,
An act of iteration
To reach a desired end.

Straight through, they struck my heart.
A fire did consume my mind,
Tearing my chest, a flaming dart.

The ink injected,
Coursed through my veins
Controlling and infected.

A damaged passion did ensue,
With a wounded heart,
And a pen right through.

Still the command did call,
And forced me to write,
The story of everything and all.

With pen strokes uncertain,
A wavering mind,
Closed a word-ridden curtain.

Pulling that pen from my chest,
I wrote with that weapon,
A story that will never rest.

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