For Meli
From Rebekah
Ode on a new notebook
I found a thought running round my head; grabbed a book to scribble dread Characters voices heard and said The mind of their own and would be read Daring darker, keepers of the night They stole my pen and gave me fright With these little bits of me Screaming from a rectory a secret chamber in my own nare a sacred thought unsown Hidden from a dusty throne
I cannot say I know them well I cannot tonight and my soul, they dwell To conjure in letters, in words, on ink These imps inside me make me think Do I know myself at all? How deep? How mean? How far I'd fall? The pen, the sword, both mighty, true brother. One I wield better than the other These voices in my head must have their say or grind my bones to dust they may.
So let the words flow on I will cut and parry them another dawn
I have promises far and deep Stories to be told before I sleep