Band of Writers

An ode to the ones we lost

We few, we happy few, we band of writers — adapted by the author from Shakespeare’s Henry V, 1598.

We band of writers we silent wanderers in the wilderness of unspoken words the flock of Icarus’ wings on the feathers of giants

Together we forge rainbows a pulsating web of words delicate as dandelion threads an endless writing chain across the metaverse horizon

As we tread paths paved by those who came before we stand on giant shoulders parched ink-stained hands across the marshlands ink-stained footprints guiding our shared paths

To be unique is not to stand apart but to listen to the voices within so strengthen the bonds between listen to the collective cadence of footsteps across the labyrinth and remember how any chain is as strong as its weakest link

Poem by Rui Alves, February 21, 2024