Sitting off in my writing den
Put a line through my first effort – start again
Your writing implement – a thing of power
Refreshes your writing whenever it turns sour.
You think you are the master – it will soon put you in your place
With this quill tonight you will write nothing of disgrace
You think you write of your own free will?
Being sorted by a writing implement – is as hard to swallow as a bitter pill.
It’s beginning to dry up the ink flowing to its nib
But it refuses to give up – it knows not how to jib
So I give in – its blood flow I replenish
And allow it continue, task complete to finish.
C. J. Black∁β