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

away

from me

leaving

a struggle

for the rhythm

 

and walked

with no style

or sway

or even

a finished poem

left

for me

to plagiarise

 

I don’t dream in pictures

I am all knowing

until I wake

and walk away

 

 

Copyright February 2020