It’s everything.
From a freckle in the wind to the lovers in the night sky,
The profound, the mundane, the liquid and the dry.
It’s everything.
The thoughts become abstract and the words rise from below,
From a face I have adored to a love I don’t yet know.
Perhaps spurred on by the drink, or hanging head and ring
Of ear, poetry is everything.

© Petrina Binney, 2019

I know what you’re thinking.
Of course, there’ll be a book.

(Book four first, of course, but then… yeah. There will be poetry.)