Quenten McClellan

Whip Of The Quill - Poem by Quenten McClellan

A whip of the quill
On parchment time
The scent of weed and dill
Crawl up with lime

A dream filled to brim
Of daunting sadness
As my light grows dim
And I driven with madness

Will I suckle on the tit
Of her memory
Or will i succumb to my whit
In a sweet reverie

Topic(s) of this poem: lost love

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

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