Inked Quill

Written: February 17, 2025 for Contest by Joseph May

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Stalking dark bloom at night 
Quick, lithe out of sight
Prowling stealth, jump right
Hushed, no sound at all
Felt lost, loped through wall
Hared wild, can't be found
Strained, waiting rebound
Inked heart without sound

Charging in hushed hour
Blooms this dear flower
Deafening hush dour
Mistress of the Quill
Twists you to her will
Ink in hand looks still
Wings served the goal scrawl
Sounds whisper, thoughts call

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 2/21/2025 1:11:00 PM

SP, always fun to read about what inspires us and the thought patterns that lead from the blank to inspiration. It is remarkable indeed. The meter/tempo of this poem generates some fun in and of itself. Very clever and smart! Smiles.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 2/19/2025 10:55:00 AM

I have computer problems, so I missed this. Still my congrats on your win.

Joseph May

Date: 2/19/2025 6:11:00 AM

Very nicely done Sotto, Congrats on your win

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 2/18/2025 2:10:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Inked Quill" write from the first line to the last line. "Good Luck" Have a fun day as you write away..................

Arthur Vaso

Date: 2/18/2025 12:58:00 PM

Loved this gem, and these 3 lines, wow "Mistress of the Quill Twists you to her will Ink in hand looks still"

Tom Woody

Date: 2/18/2025 6:27:00 AM

It's hard being constrained by word limits but you've done a nice job. I like Mistress of the quill

Sally Eslinger

Date: 2/18/2025 6:17:00 AM

Sotto, yo! A fantastic visual feast for me! ‘Ya know, i’ never been able to really adopt the concept of a Muse…but Wow, now this Mistress of the Quill felt immediately true for me as I read…& making this a Fave for a saved reference. Thank you! P.s. maybe it’s you i spot on the chase thru poetry’s garden in the wee hours?