Dear Novels Which Lie Incomplete.
Do not hate me if a cannibalize a chapter or two
to finish something else.
It’s not that you’re not good enough,
but those chapters are the best of you
and the rest would have been lost to edits anyway.
I have not forgotten you.
No matter how surprised I may act
when your manuscript turns up dusty
and freshly unearthed from the space
beneath spare beds
or cupboards where the hinges have rusted.
I always knew you were there.
I will eventually,
place one of you on a shelf
and say this was my first.
Then the rest of you can wait
for a time when my pen finds enough ink
to get you from notes and character sheets
to the publishers print.
Written for December Form ChallengeWritten for December Form Challenge