Corvine 2

March 22, 2017 ~ Raven

A tapping sound against the empty pane
of glass; a writer’s friend has come to call

The winter’s winds have left his food beyond
his reach today. So, have my lunch my friend

On darkened wings, I feel my lover’s kiss
embrace my thoughts, my pen keeps writing on

until no words remain. A hurried kiss
that’s lost in time when work has done its day

The writer yields his heart to her and once
again, she gently sooths his soul from pain

Published by Raven

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry. View all posts by Raven