Ink on the Quill

"All dreams come from a drop. All wishes come from a scratch. All things come, from ink on the quill." This is a compilation of poetry that I have written from when I was quite young up to now. The subject, theme and skill level all change dramatically from poem to poem. I would love to hear your feedback along with which one you enjoy most!

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1. Cold is Reality

 
The heat.
It soaks me, flowering across
my burning skin,
relinquishing my breath, stealing
my thoughts until emotions sink
into bliss.
 
I fly through the air,
my body a knife, a clean cut
into a sheen of water.
Sun raining rays upon me,
sweltering as I dive, I leap into
blue mirrors of cool.
 
Then, a brilliant glow,
white light, harsh blow,
a gale of snow.
 
Heat fades
colour drains
sun drowns
white reigns
a flutter of wind on the lip.
 
A gale of snow,
I bend, I duck
as wind buffets my soul
and all I know, the
biting, never ending, screaming, vicious
cold.
 
The heat dies,
ice burns as
the Artic takes my dreams like a hook
and…
cold is reality.

 

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