Mere Idea
By Hannah Six
Circling overhead, too high to see,
Mere idea, wings the faintest blue,
Moth drawn to the flame my sleek pen sparks
When alchemistry ignites the page—
Not today, nor yesterday, but still,
Concentric ripples map the submerged scene
Where resonant Euterpe graced my hand,
Encouraging a well-used nib to flow
And slide across the page, a rising tide.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
By Hannah Six
Circling overhead, too high to see,
Mere idea, wings the faintest blue,
Moth drawn to the flame my sleek pen sparks
When alchemistry ignites the page—
Not today, nor yesterday, but still,
Concentric ripples map the submerged scene
Where resonant Euterpe graced my hand,
Encouraging a well-used nib to flow
And slide across the page, a rising tide.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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