Potatoes, a Poem For Poets

We shall have to eat potatoes with our meagre humble pie Sit chilly in our garrets writing verse until we die Sacrifice our sanity, relationships, and health Forego all thoughts of kudos, recognition, comfort, wealth To draw the light from darkness, and to write upon the page Words of painful beauty, words of love, and myth, and rage To be alchemical, polemical; be vulnerable, be bold Make magic from mundanity, and turn the dross to gold To be poor, but to be Poets, who shall ever blessed be For we possess potatoes and the power of poetry © Gail Foster 2016