Here’s one I did early as part of FVR’s September theme ‘Melancholy’.
He knew Melancholy all too well
Staring at the blank page
Emptiness laughing at him
From within the fibres of the paper
How many discarded rewrites
Ended up in the waste paper bin
Nouns, Verbs and Adjectives all lost
Crumpled up never to be looked at again
How many tired days and sleepless nights
Had he sat there, fountain pen in hand
Cheek squashed on writing desk
Ideas dribbling from the corner of his mouth
What would he have to do?
To write his masterpiece
As days melted into nights
And insanity crept up on him
Slowly descending
Into the mouth of despair
A light bulb moment
“Eureka; I have it”
Melancholy
A word made up of a fruit and a vegetable
Both hated and loved in equal measures
Part of your healthy five a day
Yes, he knew melancholy Madness!
John is a Welsh Poet from the coastal city…
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Yes, some days are just that.
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