Poetry

The Paper

Black leaking out of the penElegant lines of different shapesInk soaking into the paperBlack slowly consuming the page

You have forgotten the worldSilence creeping upThe leftovers from a storm drippingon your windowsillLights flickeringTick tock from the grandfather clock

Look up.

More by Stella Lewin

Stone Soup · Children’s Art Foundation · Since 1973