SUSPENDED STYLUS

Pencil poised in waiting

Halted by writers block

Waiting patiently, waiting

For that intangible thought

To release from braided shackles

Words trapped beneath a twist

Tumbling from a cerebral castle

the universe has missed

Rhymes on secret trails

With mystique and metaphor 

Harmonised with tender tales

Spun amidst mischievous laughter

The onlooker stolidly watches 

Eyes held in suspense

Mesmerised by the constraints

that the weave and weft blends

Still life craves release

From opinion pinioned

An interlaced suspended stylus

 carefully stranded

And hidden within a foreign vase

lie memories stirred

by a pencil in a dark maze

The pencil poised and waiting