Writer’s block

a dam, cementing every opening

every window, every crack

Suffocating

the dragons that fly within

their menacing wings bashing the gates;

Chaining

the scurrying villagers, the shining knights

the kings of old and future days

their sweet escape jammed;

Trapping

the battles waiting to unfold

the princesses to be saved

the heroes, the villains;

 

The Writer

the creator, the spinner

of tales

sits, paused —

the pen in mouth, chewing

eating ink to help digest,

release;

Blank pages stare back

confused, hungry

wanting words,

the gluttons for adventures;

 

Alas, disappointment

at the end.

The dam stands

stubbornly strong

without a pass.