wytchcroft

what happens to the unloved poems?
what happens to all that poetry?
all that remains unfinished or unread
or never yet begun?
are they catalogued in the library of morpheus
and filed in piles
one by one?

what happens to those poems we reject?
all those furious romantic moments
deigned too mawkish to protect
too angsty to connect
with a rhyme scheme so obvious
we let it fall into neglect

where are the souls of these sad works
the ones we hurled into the fire?
took frantic hours to complete
and only seconds to delete
the one of which we oh so quickly tire
allowing love to turn to hate
until we pitch them at the grate

and -

yes i'm talking metaphorically of course

I mean fires, grates, who even has those?

ok, well 'delete' was a bit more modern...

what happens to the verses that we choose
to abandon
the ones stuck in the trash
in a bin-bag on the landing

And souls? What was all that about? Metaphysics was it?

poetic license

Do you even have a license?

well, you know what i mean!

I'm afraid I don't Sir, and I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the station
and I should caution you that anything you say will be taken down in evidence -

really? taken down where?

Here...

oh right - nice jotter pad that, like the black cover, moody...
and you just pop it all in there do you?

Only if you have anything to say Sir, now please -

oh certainly officer, pen handy is it? Good - ok then
on a count of ten
shall we?
What happens to the unloved poems?
What happens to all that poetry?

Sarge! A little help here!

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the library of morpheus holds every unwritten book
and is owned by neil gaiman - the canny sod.

addendum: a bail application has been received and decision now rests with the East Porlock County Court.