So take me up my quill of finest swan
To write what matters yet not much less
For thus my thoughts are now shrivelled and gone
Thus left empty-headed I must now confess.
Wouldst that I could perhaps tarry a thought
As headlong it rushes before mine eyes
A serious, nay, even a gentle sort
To halt such a one that my mind defies.
Thence would I rush to parchment brand new
And write with such haste my thought down in inks
Afore it was lost to the sky so blue
Stealing the words of devotion methinks.
For if my quill wouldst move swiftly as thought
Twould tell of the love from thee that is sought.
©joe Wilson – So take me up my quill…2015
2 thoughts on “So take me up my quill…(Sonnet)”
Nicely crafted sonnet Joe! Thanks for sharing
This is lovely. It evokes a centuries ago scene of a love struck writer warming his feet by the fire and attempting to write by candle light,