I wanted to craft a story
with ink, with needles with thread
I wanted to craft a story about
monsters and graveyards and the living dead.
I wanted to carve a story on bone, on stone on the insides of
my eyelids
I wanted to write a story
but the words
are staying out of my head.
The cowards.
I was inspired to write this by my friends who want to write but can’t find the words- so maybe they are hiding. Ha. It’s a good excuse.
I’m glad you liked the Gargoyles-I think they’re wonderful creatures, even if they are made of stone.
Loved the poem and the photos of the gargoyle and that face with the mouth open like a silent scream of agony and eternal suffering…superb!