The Well of Words
See that
Down that big black hole?
No, I don’t see anything .
I strain my eyes, peering into the darkness
Here, use this
Says the faceless voice
A large magnifying glass
Is thrust into my hand
Look again
Ahhh right, yes I see now
And there it is
My first self published poetry book
Swallowed by a vast deep well
Along with thousands of other books
My heart sinks a little
What’s the point!
The point, says the voice,
Is that your words are captured forever
One day, someone may lower a hand
into the darkness down
And pull my words up into the light
Joanne C Hicks copyright ©️ 12/7/26
Pembrokeshire Poet
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