Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Overindulgence - poem by Nóra Skehan
A morning spent greedily gathering poetry,
to feast on,
to sustain me.
My arms laden with inspiration,
I gobble up stanzas of rhythm.
Eagerly I indulge in your keen observation
and savour your sweet shrewd wit.
I sigh in contentment
after my perfect breakfast.
Now it is time for me to compose,
I may have eaten too much.
copyright Nóra Skehan 2015