the promise of ink on vellum
remember that holiday villa
where you left your scent
on the vanity
you sat at the plain wooden table
held an empty red notebook the promise
of ink on vellum
perhaps a whole forest in every poem
the whirl and swirl of words
in the ether of language
you wanted to be like those children
who only paint in adjectives
renew your loyalty to language
the only real thing
in this vast darkness
that remains luminous
- © Linda King 2023
Linda King is the author of five poetry collections including Reality Wayfarers ( Shoe Music Press, 2014) and antibodies in the alphabet ( BlazeVOX Books, 2019) Her work has appeared in numerous journals ( including Bluepepper) in Canada and internationally. King lives and writes on The Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada.
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