A to Z Challenge: B

For today, I am posting an acrostic.  I tried an unusual format, with the rhyming words being inside their lines. Not sure if it works. Also, the end words are weak: black, flawed, thoughts, justice, etc.  Also, it's a bit sappy.  That being said, it's a brilliant poem.  LOL.   

Brittania

Between sips of morning brew, my pen

Returns to you.  I fill the white space with black

Ink, or perhaps blue.  I write another acrostic,

Tear it up, begin anew.  These lines are flawed,

This tribute an imperfect re-do, these thoughts     

An awkward déjà vu.  You’re muse and art,

Needle and tattoo.  I… try to do you justice.

I’m still struggling with your voodoo, your magic,

And I wish I knew how to translate it into a poem.

Note: I modified the last line.