“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)
It begins with the child who writes
seeking permission to venture
as far as pie in the night sky -
sleep as distant as the nearest star
the guttering tealight signals countdown
a bell tolls for mass, the breaking of the fast.
In the classrooms, inkwells are filled
from each small, china white pot
a blue-black eye peers. The child stabs it
with a bright silvery pen, dip-dipped drops
slither into lettering. Only then does the impish nib split
firing splodges like tiny cannon from dotted i's
till 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
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