Laura Rennie

up, and out, and on; and then

Laura R.1 Comment
ya'll, bear with me. The days ahead are packed with furious story writing, house hunting and packing, and by the end of the day my brain is too mushy to write anything of value.


Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friendβ€”
Bed awaits me at the end.

Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fallβ€”
I'm a fool to rise at all!
"Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" by Dorothy Parker