Marquis de Sade

Marquis de Sade

My arm for a quill,

My soul for a pen.

For words in a will,

For letters to friends.

A word or a phrase

What a succulent thing,

To search for and gaze,

To speak or to sing.

A written exorcism

For demons within.

Fit for all seasons,

From winter to spring.

My arm for a quill,

My soul for a pen.

My search, what a thrill,

I’ll do it again.

Some blood or some wine,

Any will do.

To write and to dine,

On words and a book.

Just give me a word,

A letter, a syllable.

Then time and some ink,

And I’ll make you a miracle

My arm for a quill,

My soul for a pen.

The ink as my tool,

And a muse for a friend.

This poem won me a first place prize in college. I still enjoy reading it from time to time.