And Then There Were None - For Agatha Christie
...I’ve only desired to light old lamps with young wicks
(the tongues of flame must be blinking hard with vigilance)
Across dark, mildewed alcoves that smell of ink —her writing ink —
But one thing l...
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Categories:
quill feather, tribute,
Form: Ode
Christmas
...Christmas is a long song sung in winter,
An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and
Gold ink, and on clouds of paper,
Beginning from a sneezing December to a
Dizzying twelfth-calendar ...
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Categories:
quill feather, christmas, winter,
Form: Free verse
Soul Mover Coming Down for Love
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Written: January 25, 2024
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Amidst this idiocy of guess and hear,
a dulcet note I caught is quite clear.
An epiphany is set to oc...
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Categories:
quill feather, analogy, appreciation, love,
Form: Rhyme
The Pulpit
...What I would not write is much
On the sullied cloak of the clergies.
My inkwell keeps running dry
Each time my quill feather
Is dangled in their direction.
A warning not to belittle
Or mock the moder...
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Categories:
quill feather, christian, religious, care, care,
Form: Free verse