In the Genes
Poe, Coleridge and Blake she read to me
A child of five sitting on her big sister’s knee
Lights out at night, but Shakespeare’s stories she told
Listening intently, I heard Moby Dick’s tale unfold
But Dad’s storytelling skills were very strong
He made them up as he went along
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write
Imagination was my fantasy flight
Atlantis and unicorns intrigued me so much
I wrote of them hoping other hearts to touch
Short stories at age ten, first play at nine
Writing my personality did define
Novels came later, then poetry too
Learning new forms, my interest grew
I like to think this is a family trait
And I am just following the gene pool’s fate
*For Michael’s “What brought you to poetry?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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