In response to The Thursday Photo Challenge at https://scvincent.com/2020/07/30/thursday-photo-prompt-worn-writephoto/
I look for worn comfort
in finding unfamiliar pieces
that used to fit,
make sense, even if only of a kind,
but turn to no message
in the candle’s long drips.
The slippery steps of words
in letters slide from the drawer
of my desk once more,
and I, admiring the art of bloody cursive,
think the quill wore out,
dipping so often
into the inkwell of my bloodied soul.
Did this art require such red ink?
Now, indeed, I think, is the time
to find the perfect vessel to spill
these worn, oft used slippery words
and provide a cleansing of fire
from which will arise
a heart and a soul