2nd of February

the queen

of poetry

has taken

her royal pen

and walked home


how am I

supposed to write

now that you’ve

gone and walked


from me


a struggle

for the rhythm


and walked

with no style

or sway

or even

a finished poem


for me

to plagiarise


I don’t dream in pictures

I am all knowing

until I wake

and walk away



Copyright February 2020