… Blocked

Writer’s block

a dam, cementing every opening

every window, every crack


the dragons that fly within

their menacing wings bashing the gates;


the scurrying villagers, the shining knights

the kings of old and future days

their sweet escape jammed;


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,


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.



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