Wordsmith in Your Service

From the swirl of rusty oak leaves
He fishes
pulls in the catch
Words and phrases swimming and twirling
Specks of glimmer and shimmer in his weathered hands

He tries first one angle
then another
He fingers the edges
the points and curves
Caresses the unravelling threads of nuance
Till they surrender like a purring cat

Old epics burn across the faces of worlds
He reaches for the proper noun
Old bard songs shake his bones
He fits it to a power verb
A new chord springs from a place unseen before
And a new world glimmers in a dawning light

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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