Treasure Island

Altair Laahad


His Pen(is) of a Poet


His pen(is) erect as a Tower
It comes bursting out at times unsolicited by the mind
and brings the entrails of muse into display
It searches inspiration flirting the flower on a hill of venus
or the pink rose of a poetess in full inspiration
It roars as it slides patiently through the garden
of words of verse or prose
like a snake homeless roaming the hills
prowling for a prey or a hole to sleep and dream
emerging as a rocket out of the soul
shattering shyness to madness and delirium
and when at mirth
It comes through music of
purring, moaning and howling
and in a climax spills the ink of life,
the cream travelling through the bridge of god
to the pond of conceptions dancing in ecstasy
with metaphors, similes and strong hyperbole
until the fate is done
and the flesh overdone
time for their breath to whisper final words
and intertwine.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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