Magic Words

Published by Lynn White on

the ugly writers

Magic Words

They say you have a magic tongue

that can weave the words 

falling 

from your mouth into tapestries 

laced with gold thread.

Curl the words into scented ringlets

of flowers

formed by petals shining like

stars even in the sunlight.

I want to catch them and hold on to them

without any rearranging.

To soak myself in their perfection,

indulge

so I can keep them with me

when the magic turns dark

black

and the golden threads hard,

when you turn them to sharp steel.

They’re still your words with a kind of magic

twisted together by your tongue 

but they have become

projectiles,

explosions of your anger and despair

falling,

but no longer falling

gently.

I’m going to catch them and hold them now

so that I can rearrange them

back

to what they were.

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Lynn White

I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.

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