Of a deep, earthy, burgundy hue
his leather-bound, scarred, injured journal
veers majestically apace
lonely star-speckled beach pebbles
all inescapably dormant
each positioned adoringly
upon his star polished driftwood nightstand
He sleeps, aside…..
A weathered, comfortable, familiar
reflectively golden feathered Quill
mystically engineered of
silver edged vane
rainbow tinted rachis
emerald carved barb
thundercloud laced afterfeather
achingly hollow calamus…..
Quill mutely rests upon
the tattooed barrier blockading his scribbled memoirs
What Wyvern soars employing such resplendent armour?
Rests upon? Nay!
Quill passionately clasps and guards
the now dormant scratchings contained within
Quill patiently strokes his etched chronology
swaying in rhyme with the whispering breeze
which sensually enters through an adjacent oriel
All contestants, coolly urging him to
release your annals, encore
allow Nib and Papyrus to embrace
let loose your imaginings
Let her know…..
When provoked sufficiently,
His torrid script burns amidst concupiscent entwinings
Quill longs to swirl indecently
captured within an azure drenched inkwell
Nib and Papyrus adhere
contained within their mirrored strokes of passion
touching only to conceive a trailing wake of memories…..
madness sensuous tenuous tender
chaotic pulsating fearful lustful
His past essence
His emotional legacy
Quill, sans zephyr
trembles with potent pleasure
Nib and Papyrus, in tense with direction
shiver with azure anticipation
He craves clarity from distant echoes
He desires closure from mirrored confusion
He seeks release from her stoic silence
He cradles Quill
A shout of wind accelerates his journal
parting the excited blank codex within
He immerses Quill in moist azure mercury…..