When the harbinger of light finds me
I feel sleep’s sweet embrace slipping
Darkness departs in stirred slumber
Trials for a new day greet
Slowly stirring consciousness
Words form constellations
I should have written them down
Edward Quinlan
The Begging Poet
A human bean who does wordsing on occasion, hailing from Northern British Columbia, writing on Wet'suwet'en territory, home of the Gidimt'en Clan. If using mobile, landscape works best for formatting!
An Introduction
Hello, world!
Welcome to this quirky corner of the Internet, my personal Poetry Marathon page. Thanks a bunch to the organisers for this wonderful opportunity, and I look forward to sharing some words with you during the marathon!
Much obliged,
E.J. Quinlan