Block, a poem written by Henry Bladon at
Marcel Herms



written by: Henry Bladon


He sits. 
Fingers motionless,
        surrounded by the dust
of books that have been drawn
        to his side.

He takes some more time 
        and thinks.

His clothes hang:
tired, old and full of holes.

Sometimes thoughts burst through 
         in a clatter of mania;
                a cascade of creativity.

Today, keys do not move with purpose.
Today, fingers are motionless.
Today there is nothing.



Artwork by Dutch artist Marcel Herms.

Henry Bladon

Henry Bladon

Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
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