Fay Slimm.

Ink-Bitten.

 

 

 

Ink-Bitten.

 

Whence cometh this sudden burst ?


Strong the feeling of need to unearth quill
and clutter blank canvas.


Why falleth such daze of commitment ?


This utter compel to verse comprehension
with ink and pen,
is\'t call of the Muse that so draws ?


Or perhaps a deep awe taketh poetic minds
to other than normal.
Wouldst mine own experience of versing 
beyondness inspire new ideas ?

 

Wonder\'s strict urge to word the unwordable
is it so rare ?

 

To set down the force of emotional fire in neat
order proves the vocation of serious scribing.
A flow of lined fervour cometh alive and eateth
the will despite dirth of time.


Yet what behest dost survive felt pressure when
lettered addiction graspeth its hold ?


\'Tis more than mere ring in the nose set
the ink-bitten soul to capture by mark Heaven\'s
intelligence or pits of the darkest hell.


If written expression be older than old 
and every sure pen-stroke lead viewing hearts
to read on, all praise to the bard.


Long-licked bones,\'tis methinketh, that 

maketh the art in poetry.