FIFTY SHADES OF BIC: from the stationary aisle to the edge of ecstasy
The notebook…
Your aloof attitude shall not spare you.
I have come for you,
Virginal notebook,
My pen cocked,
My ideas flowing.
You lie there,
Pristine, defiant,
Yet you know what lies ahead.
I shall find
Bliss among your blank pages.
You are my destiny.
Oh, do not act surprised!
You flirted shamelessly with me
from the stationery aisle -
all creamy paper and come-hither spine.
Let me doodle in your margins,
leave crumbs of brilliance
and droplets of midnight oil
between your lines.
You will enjoy the ride,
and together we shall become
Immortal.
My poetry collection, Illicit Croissants at Dawn, would love to be taken on holiday with you…