Tonight's Poet Corner: Scribe
Scribe
by Belinda Roddie
Scrolls rolled up in stacks,
like firewood, only not made
to burn, but to last forever.
The quills collected, waiting
to dip sharp noses into sour ink.
She will write many words tonight.
Idioms. Symbols. Decrees. The message
of kings presented to the fools of chaos.
And she will read them. But she'll never
truly understand them.
by Belinda Roddie
Scrolls rolled up in stacks,
like firewood, only not made
to burn, but to last forever.
The quills collected, waiting
to dip sharp noses into sour ink.
She will write many words tonight.
Idioms. Symbols. Decrees. The message
of kings presented to the fools of chaos.
And she will read them. But she'll never
truly understand them.
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