Ink of Wings

 I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word.

 Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”

― Emily Dickinson

I place a word on the tip of my pen

to test the wind that will give it wings.

 

Do I dare let it be a crow, inky bitter,

dark prophecy wrestled from my tongue

where silence debates with consequence?

 

Or should it be hope’s feather plucked

from sunlight’s robin singing from

the timid limbs of spring?

 

Light flirts with sapphire strokes of ink

as I shuffle through the alphabet wondering

which words I’ll draw from poet’s tarot.

©Susie Clevenger 2021

Word Crafters Prompt