Spilled Ink

A true writer when consigned to their virus induced self-isolation Might want to consider turning over in bed for hot contemplation Passion cannot be subdued by staying at home for an interim stay But once you have bedsores you can’t even shop for emollient spray If you are lucky to share undercover mission with a like-minded soul Change perspective paradigm and position but don’t fight for control Poetry is no competition but a contagious need for sharing and caring Sharpen your quill and be receptive because two scripts make a pairing When words fail lie speechless and gather momentum for further action Of mind soul and body until figures of speech gain metaphorical traction Epic love stories aren’t written in one short night on an immaculate sheet And when the curfew curtain draws longer do not refrain but press on repeat 28th arch 2020