The Line Copyright © Colin Whyles 2010

I have a line for a poem
a perfect line
an exemplar
it arrived in the deepest night
a troubled night
to calm me

Descending unencumbered by companions
it came alone
unfettered
a fugitive
cleansed of history and place
free to express itself
unshadowed by its towering neighbours

The line that walked alone

So carve me a rose
that it might scent a trail to its home