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The Written Word

written by: hedgehog

 

Shining unobtrusively as
Blackness fades into one thin glow
Dawn's awakening
A chorus of aroused birds' twitter-whistling
Creeping slowly, sunrise drowns the dark
A cold wind blows, leaves shiver perceptively
Sitting alone deep in thought
My Victorian writing slope lies open
Paper made and laid into sheets, ready.
As the new swan's quill slips into the inkwell
Quill filled with ink, poised, I write my thoughts
As the nib squeaks, moving over the paper
Words scripted copperplate and straight
My right hand forming, the written word
Pen, ink, paper, surreptitiously brought together
As this new-born poem slowly takes its shape

hedgehog

hedgehog

I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".
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