21st Century Poet. Published, I am
There's no putrid stench of stale inked pots and feathered quills,
Nor comforting aroma of cinnamon masking oil,
Neither papyrus or parchment, nor paper and pen.
Long forgotten instruments - redundant, abandoned,
Confined as museum artefacts - 'Tools of literary Genii' from yesteryear.
In contrast . . . could you imagine;
Kipling and Keats on their keyboards, The Raven being rated on a Reality show,
and would Louisa May Alcott be LinkedIn today ?
Oh how times have changed . . . but the thrill of being published NOT.
Though waiting times have been inconceivably reduced and dissemination boundaries are now limitless,
There's a an adrenalin rush - seeing ones work in print,
Knowing others have accessed my private innermost thoughts,
Tis enduring, uniquely satisfying and immensely rewarding.
A split-second leveller,
An evocative thrill for me today,
To be tweeted about, and shared @ facebook, LOL . . .
Liked OR not ? Up to my readers to say !