A writer’s heart beats best by the sea,
The space filling the spaces in between words
Forged by smiths with ancestral tools,
Writing like a fool in the wilderness,
The wildness of it all,
A writer’s heart.
It’s never contained in a classroom,
It plays the piano silently,
Crawls all over papers like a huge spider,
Creating webs for people to puzzle over.
Dewdrop, rainbow shards and a center too easily breakable.
A writer’s heart beats in the wind,
Beats hard for freedom,
Finds the flow within the tide,
Opens her white frothy heart wide to sunshine, waves and green,
Shrinks from what might have been,
Expands by sharing, shining vivid in a lightning storm,
A solitary nightingale’s cry
In the darkness of these times.
Alice Smith 2022 writer by the sea