Unwritten paper,
Unused quill lies on the grass,
Waiting for him,
Waiting for his thoughts,
Waiting for his words,
But he left,
Never to return,
Never to write,
And there lies the quill,
Unused and untouched!!!
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Unwritten paper,
Unused quill lies on the grass,
Waiting for him,
Waiting for his thoughts,
Waiting for his words,
But he left,
Never to return,
Never to write,
And there lies the quill,
Unused and untouched!!!
What a poignant interpretation of this image – the sense of the feather and a quill, but that quill has been abandoned by the writer and so it lies, inactive. Your repetition of the word ‘never’ really hammers home the finality of this man’s departure – and the solitary feather becomes imbued with the poignant sadness of lost potential and possibility. Beautiful!
Thanks Anne!