Music of the Mind

They said she’d had that interstellar look
Since from the womb.
Contentedly engrossed within her nook,
With ink and plume,
She scribbled her cacography, entranced,
In quiet room.
On leaves the words and syllables advanced;
To music of the mind they rose and danced.
To order them aright such pains she took.
In time she, page by page, composed a book.


September 15, 2017 ~ Sacred Signia
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Sacred Signia = decastich on any subject, with following structure:
Lines 1,3,5,7-10: iambic pentameter
Lines 2,4,6: iambic dimeter
Rhyme scheme: ababcbccaa


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