Dance of the pen


The dance of the pen is something else
Something magical – an ordinary wand
Turning pumpkins into carriages
Blank paper into manuscripts
Mushrooms into imaginary homes
Starlight into wishes come true

The dance of the pen makes the writer feel
like a buoyant athlete –
sweating profusely,
tired as hell
but able to delight in
the feeling of triumph –
in what began as sore legs and desperation
and ended as speed and strength
– victory

The dance of the pen is an elusive dance –
it spins in the shadows
it bends under trees
it shies from strong sunlight
it reveals itself only
to the ones who wait


every day

especially when

the music is on…

and nothing appears to happen.

Melanie Tan writes every day – for money and for love. More here.