A DANCING PEN?

A pen to dance?

To twirl and prance

Spinning into arabesque

And pirouette

Gliding over the tracery

The delicate filigree

The perfectly tatted lace

A net to catch and hold

To shape and mold

The sound and sense

That is the essence of poetry?

Ah, no. Not today

Not yesterday.

Nor even perhaps tomorrow.

#poetrymonth