So take me up my quill…(Sonnet)

 

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

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