‘Parchment’ (a poem)



Thoughts fall over one another
scrabbling to escape my head

They know they are not welcome
here in this little dungeon home.

They press their faces against
my fingertips, in the hope

that I may start to bleed.
Isn’t that what writers do?

Smear their privacy on parchment
then display it for others to see.

They know it is only a matter
of time before they see daylight.

6 thoughts on “‘Parchment’ (a poem)

  1. Pete Hulme

    You capture a writer’s tendency to thought-haemorrhage exactly!

    BTW I’ve clicked on the follow button again ‘cos I haven’t received any of your recent posts. Was also just checking so I could ask if it’s OK to reblog ‘Five Minutes’ to give my readers the heads up to you writing.

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    • It’s funny you mention that, Pete, I’ve been having the same problem with people randomly dropping out of my feed, or being unfollowed at random… must be a few bugs in the WordPress system!

      And yes, that’s absolutely fine by me, I’d be honoured! 🙂 Thank you

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