It sits there, clean and pristine
Waiting for me to fill it with emotions,
Anger, angst, fear and pain, happiness and love.
Everything we gain from merely living
Can be poured upon these lines,
And yet the page remains unmarred by traitorous ink.
How to start? Let me think…..let me think……
An impasse I need to break.
One word. That’s all it will take but which one?
Deep breath, close your eyes. Picture something.
Noooooo…..not blue skies or summer rain!
They’re so damned trite!
Pick up the pen will you and bloody write!
© Susan E. Birch
Excerpt from the book Ancient Whispers
About the Author
When Susan was eleven years old a teacher, knowing her love of Literature and History, gave her a copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a poetry anthology both of which changed her life. When she opened the book of poetry it naturally fell open at a page on which was a poem called ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W.B. Yeats. She read it and was stunned as it was the first time words had actually drawn a picture in her mind. Later, reading the book of Shakespeare, she found Sonnet 18’ and found the answer to why poets wrote poetry. From then on she was an avid reader of poetry and fell in love with the classical poets.
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