the writing class

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”                                                             ~ Jim Harrison (Songs of Unreason)

Is it a child who writes?
One too advanced for her years perhaps
seeking permission for the temerity to venture
as far as pie at night – that’s all in the sky
and sleep as distant as the nearest star
the guttering tealight signals countdown
a bell tolls for mass, breaking the fast
in the classrooms, inkwells are being filled
from each small, china white pot, a blue-black eye peers
the child stabs it with her pen, squeamishly
dip-dipped drops, an incandescent spread
down the bright silver metal beneath
over the neat lettering, an adventurous nib splits
splodges shot like tiny cannon dotting the i’s
until the page is full of fireworks and spent dandelion heads
after the last puff of time

Joining Jilly’s poetry prompt  with her pick of Jim Harrison quotes on this Day 19 of 28 Days of Unreason