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Upped and Gone

written by: J.Ahlberg



The words have flown their paper nest,

spread their leaves.

They have done what they were crafted up to.


Convey thought — boldly.

Make their way in the world.

Their letters have uncurled their tails and peaked their hats.

They have held hands, locked arms.

Learnt their lessons, flocked.


I mourn for them.

My words.

My well-worked on words.

So long I have wanted them to grow.

So much they have taken,

and gone.

I am alone.


So this is what it feels like,

once the words have done their best.

So this is what it feels like,

for a writer to be left in an empty nest.



NOVEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Jo is an academic researcher in the philosophy of Imagination. She has several jobs which include: university lecturer in philosophy, GCSE English teacher and a "jobbing" writer - writing commissions from multimillion pound international bids to annoying cliched flyers. In her spare time, she is walked by the dog, organised by the kids and validated by her husband.

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