My Looking Glass
By Yanna

Don’t tell me what to write
Don’t stress me
I write what I like
You said poetry
Iambic this, pentameter that
Metaphor this, simile that
Let me crash
I like the blank space
To design and craft
Words in that place
For an hour or half
It’s my looking glass
Welcome space crafter
Design at your pace
If you don’t fit the mould
Should the tale be untold?