The block

she stays

in my brain

eating away

feasting on every single

idea

that enters in

Yet I slay

The young she dragon

with my

mighty pen

I write

and write

the same words

over and over

and over again

the meager pen

becomes the mighty sword

and slowly

the hunger

is quenched

satiated

she sleeps

purring quietly

and finally

the still deep waters

break free

 

<< another contest prompt response at AllPoetry>>