My desired destination

 

 

my
friends gave it
willingly; the magic gift of
self-belief to tenuously cling
to, telling me I could do it, that
it doesn’t matter if I am late, but I
have the ability to reach my desired
destination, and I owe it to myself to
try.  now I know  that  even if I do not
arrive  before  the final toll  of the mid-
night bell,  I will  have succeeded  all my
previous expectations. so now, with friends
to cheer me, I take my papyrus, my quill and ink, and
I scribble; I will scribble until I reach the winning post, or
until I hear the final toll of the bell as it rings, rings
in my
ear

 

Written for Writing 101 Poetry Day 1:

“And… the first prompt of the course is out: courtesy of @laduchessederat, it invites you to write a poem involving magic, whatever your take on the magical might be.”

©Jane Paterson Basil