The Quill

THE QUILL

Unbound air
Unearthly chill
Shakes my hand
Shakes my quill
My hand,
My hand…
Won’t keep still

A scrawl unfurls
Upon the page
Words of love
Words of rage
Down and down
it creeps to woe
Darkly down
In maddening flow

I ache
from this awful chill
My mind desires
To break the quill
But my hand
My hand…
My treacherous hand
Won’t
Keep
Still

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