Help yourself to some cake...

... Because you're a poet! And a poet is a pretty good thing to be, all things considered.

We're not in the business {of

Bold visual proclamations, 

bedazzling the senses

Stupor on the wall 

of the hall in the Manor with it all 

Our craft is vapor, 

thin tendrils of truth drifting,

the naked shadows

hiding betwixt 

flanking covers 

The monk preserving pristine knowledge,

Monastery out-of-sight 

Lovers whispering God's word 

in the thunderstorm 

 

An ode to those

that chose this artform;

softly you say it

to the world that shouts