Heather T

upon a page

 

our secrets are purged

flown like flocks

of tattooed birds

 

leaves the throat exposed

grafting parchment

over nerves

 

this vellum salve

is not to cover

that which hurts

 

but swear new ink oaths

poets know

the gods they serve

 

freshly spill the gift

the letting

redeems the curse

 

glistening of quill

surge of arteries

that burn

 

bloom on paperskins

sewn with beauty

blood and words

 

and so bleeding black

the scribes that loved

at every turn

 

when we are gone

let it be said

upon this page

our poets bled

Comments7

  • Louis Gibbs

    What a work of sheer beauty! The ending is powerful and profound. Thank you for this one.

    • Heather T

      Oh, you are so welcome. Thank you, Louis for a generous reply. Made me smile.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Top drawer writing Heather -- a stunning read with an inspiring finalé

      • Heather T

        Thank you many muches, Ms. Fay!

      • FredPeyer

        I know I have a big mouth, but for once words are beyond me. The first stanza is incredible; not to take anything away from the rest. Where did the "tatooed birds" come from? And the last stanza I am going to print out separately and hang over my desk, with or without your permission!

        • Heather T

          My friend, you would never need to ask. That you've loved this so is such an encouragement! I actually had the first bit in my head for a time, and wasn't sure until I sat down where it was going to lead. And here we are. Humble thanks.

        • kevin browne

          beautifully crafted x

          • Heather T

            I appreciate you, Kevin! Looking forward to your next piece!

            • kevin browne

              Thanks, Heather T, the same goes to you, I will be waiting on the doorstep for your next poem. take care x

            • Frank Prem

              A new ink oath every day, Heather. Sometimes two.

              • Heather T

                Which is our delight! I need to catch up on you today.

              • Cyprian Van Dyke

                "Poets know the gods they serve." "When we are gone, let it be said, upon this page, our poets bled." I enjoyed this poem. These were my favorite lines, but the whole poem was a pleasure to read. Tyfs!

                • Heather T

                  You bless me, Cyprian! Many thanks. I'm glad you found favorites here.

                • ShannonXx

                  This is a beautiful poem! You are a really great writer, keep writing!

                  • Heather T

                    Thank you much, and I shall 😊



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