Friday, March 23, 2018

Words Hit the Paper (Day 429)

The words hit the page differently when 
the light enters my room from the east   

letters tumble and scatter  landing as they 
may in heaps and clusters  later in the day 

I will find an hour or two  when I can linger 
and hold them  gaze fixed softly on an image 

in the middle distance  fingers folding and 
coaxing the rambunctious disarray until 

a gentle thrill of recognition wakes me to 
poem  now revealed in its inevitable form

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Unknown miniaturist, The Monk Eadwine (c 1150),
 illustration on parchment, Trinity College, University of Cambridge

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