Ink Pools

“Will it end like this?”

Dried flower-stained,
imprinted,
and impressed,
the ink pools
in those vellum
page-depressions.

“Answer me, scribe!”

Handmade pulp,
seasonal,
(always artisanal) and
bespoke from mistakes.

I misspoke on the way
my printed life’s diction
caused such friction
that it left a burn
between end
and beginning.

“Scribe!”

There was never
a chronicler, a scrivener,
or a guide.

I wrote the pages of my life.

I pressed the dead flowers
deep inside, and somehow
felt surprised
when the stains seeped
into the page,
into my eyes.

Green is the cover
and green is the iris.


©️ CG Tenpenny, 2018.

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