My Purple Pen

My purple pen

I kept in my purse…

Oh, how I loved you, pen!

The glitter in your ink

Were stars on my sheets

To spell out symphonies of words

Locked into my poetry.

Now, you are lost

Never to be found,

And I have to use the

Yellow pen,

Whose gleam can’t show against the white.

I hate that pen,

For you were the only one for me,

O Purple Pen.

I should never have loaned you out!