Whispering Pages Poem by Cat Hodgson

In Narnia a far door opens
Light is beyond in brightness
Crystal steins shine stunning
Liquid warmth fills to brim

There is a prince most enchanting
Like a magnet I am drawn to his voice
Murmurs of nothing, yet everything
Claw at my muse to whisper back

There is this book half written
It begs like a pup for its bone
Let a hole be dug deep and wide
The pages must bleed with ink

Travel to a far muse, stepping
On stars and beams, soul deep
Shot with a needles in my marrow
On the molecule of tomorrow

All is ink on paper, scribbles
Yet in becoming, reading her plot
Lives between the ears mind
In castles and treasured divine

© cat hodgson