Saturday, 22 May 2021

a collector of words

 a collector of words


i am a collector of words

  so called plain words

  so called rare words

beautiful words that say ugly

ugly words that say beautiful 

they are in the etymology section

pinned in drawers marked


P lain

O rdinary

E xciting

M umbling 

S creaming


they sometimes twitch in the camphor

get up in the museum of night and walk around

end up in different drawers that squeak differently 


the children love opening and closing the drawers

eyes wide tongued lips clacking smacking 

adults feign that the word feign is vain

glorious in the 3D glasses never the same


me


i hunt the words that hide behind me

in the panto of life they scream

look out behind you

at midnight the glass shoe still half full


always is another word


the net of my mind has holes now

but repetition weaves repair remember

nursery rhymes are in bottom drawer

behind the drawers that are in the front 

of your mind where 

the chair rocks in the corner

where the spidered cabinets are

drawn in a vertical rosary for fingering

what the tine words of time had said

this word after that word before that word

all that needed to be said was said


and then

i tuck them up in bed

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