The Vagaries
Mere vagaries dwell
On parchment old
Written with quill
In blood
Though, if your eyes
Should read such scribe
You'd flee
If only you could
But scraping brain
And flesh & skull
The ills
Shall burrow deep
Such sweetness of
Poetic sorrow
Shall free your soul
To weep
keith jeffries
Sun 28th Nov 2021 16:19
Stephen,
this is a good poem. A vocabulary and expression which captivate the reader. It also speaks of the power of poetry through human emotion.
Thank you for this
Keith