Poetry challenge day 5: Write an invention poem. This one could be about something that doesn’t exist (I’m not that creative), something that already exists (much more my speed!), an inventor, or any other interpretation we may have. I’m not sure how much my poem qualifies here but I’m going with it …
Paperback
Soft and supple in my hands
Creamy cover, sapless spine
Ink stains coat my fingertips
Dust mites crowd my nose
Back slack against the pillows
Face sheathed in your prose
Imagination primed for flight
Escape the weight of day
Scanty scripts do shapeshift
Into words upon your page
Black and bold against your white
They are my saving grace
Swords and sorcery, shadow spawn
Darkness, demons, dragons, death
Your fabled stories tightly bound
Erase the edge of night
*Image by Ylanite Koppens from Pixabay.
I love the line “Scanty scripts do shapeshift / Into words..” love! It has the alliteration which almost sounds like a quill pen scraping along parchment and the iambic rhythm which mimics the up and down movement of the hand. These poetry posts are inspirational. I personally find myself able to be more creative when I have structure (like poetic form). Good stuff, mama!
Wow, that is high praise coming from you, Heather, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write such a lovely comment!