Friday, 8 August 2014

The Poet

New poem on what it is to be a poet...

The Poet

It's like ink flows from body, murky textures
of energy transmogrified into dark words,
surfing page lines, fulfilling the need to release...

But then something magic,
healing of soul, feeling
the four humours return to balance in the old ways,
reminding why poets and shaman are the same breed.

Stop scratching surface of page with pen nib,
read back layers that were peeled away
within and between words of black ink...

Discover the true magic of poetry,
all that pain leaked onto page,
transformed into beauty and wonderment,
even the most murky of metaphors joined

to make stained glass images of stunning forest nymphs
on windows through which the world is glimpsed.

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