I am a writer
(and not the best one, or anything special)
I jot down my thoughts on paper
sandwiched between pages
Lying in wait for;
prying fingertips and scanning eyes.

To

Soak up my spilled words
Let my writings flood your veins like opioids.
I write poetry and stories
Crafting characters like
Lucy Pevensie,
LITERARY Heroine, with an 'E.'


I want to quench thirsts
For whatever it is that searchers scour for,
I hope in drinking up my words
They find something of worth,
Something passed over
Some crumb of wisdom, long lost to me.

But

All I can do is
Scatter words to the wind like seeds and sow worlds.
Hoping to find meaning in life
longing to come alive
between pages, 
By expressing the collective conscious;

Found within but transcending words.


 © 2018. Claire Frances Lloyd



© 2016 Claire Frances Lloyd