I dream of worlds
And dwell in realms
Of colours and magics
It leaves my thoughts manic.
I cast spells in letters
Catch minds with nets
Fashioned from phrases
Left on white page.
My fingers dance across keys
and tell tales of many veils
Pulled back and explored
More stories to adore.
My love is writing
And it strikes like lightning
Providing new sightings
That I hope are inviting.
{Below awaits my attempt at the Quatern style poem. Hope you enjoy!)
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
And drop their sharp blades from your hands
Pick up the pen, and write again
Fill the pages with scrolling lines
Work with the light of day and night
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Quiet the doubts swirling inside
Break free the bars that cage your might
Your tale needs telling, use your voice
Others will listen, given the choice
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Use it to fuel your writing craze
It is a daunting task you’ve set
One many will never have met
Success awaits the effort, and
Stand tall despite the fear and hate
Kember's Journey 