Spill of a Moistened Quill

Illustrated delicately across the page, Are imprints and collage of poetic verses Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life— That from my very essence they need to fly , Transporting me to mystical hemispheres As dips of imagination bleed upon endless hours, Soaked in the glimmer of fireflies, ponds, lanterns: Within this vivid mind, I allow a crescent moon This pleasure, this spill of art’s radiance, To glimmer through a moistened quill Just how these drawn hands first began, inspired… O my thoughts drifting into night's allure On a parchment cast through lattices of sky, As images rustle unfearingly, upstream! ------------ 8/19/2019 Joseph May's One In Four Contest Line #4