Wizard

I had a prentice, once. She came across 
the river, bright belief like starshine, sharp.
I taught her names; to listen, still; how words 
quick-hum inside the oak, how they can build
and howl like lightning splits the sky, and spill.
We strung them fine on heart-string rope to make 
a blackbird song.
		  She’s gone. To have her back!
but autumn spells and heartsease hold her now.

 

A little blank verse for the Yeah Write May poetry slam.

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9 thoughts on “Wizard

  1. Love, love the rhythm of this —

    ‘I taught her names; to listen, still; how words
    quick-hum inside the oak, how they can build
    and howl like lightning splits the sky, and spill.’

    The ‘and spill’ in that spot is perfection! Well done!

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  2. Damn. This is so clever that it sneaks up on you. The made-up words, the compound words and portmanteau (I count “heartsease” — I know it is a word but still…), the poem about words. The magic of it all. The “quick-hum.” Brilliant, my poet-friend.

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