Author's note: I wrote this for school back in... grade 10 I think. The assignment was to write a poem with a fixed number of feet. I wrote... about writing. I've also included a translation :)
LA PLUME
La plume marque d’un sang d’ébène
Les pages si chères d'un recueil
Éveillant des sentiments contraires
En son cœur qui attire la haine.
La plume écrit, attend son heure
Avec une patience qui lui est rare
Se cachant derrière une grande candeur.
THE PEN
The pen marks of black blood
The beloved pages of a book
Arousing conflicting emotions
In its heart that causes hatred.
The pen writes, awaits its hour
Patient as it rarely ever is
Hiding behind its great candour.