Where There's a Quill

Where there‘s a quill and ink there lies a way,
To write poems with skill and flare, in peace.
Embrace the Pen within your hand, I say,
And let battles of words forever cease.
The verse that comes from white feathers today,
That talent is free but always on lease
So come rain or shine ink on paper lay,
With this treaty word command will increase.
A pen is a mighty warrior’s steel sword
Against the aggression of the blank page
To a poet as vital as the word
If used with the wisdom of Legend’s sage
Even if the flow is subtly absurd
And release your mind from the writer’s cage.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.