WORD WITCH








The creative process of writing fascinates me. There are times it is down to hard work, opening the page and putting aside distractions. However, I believe a lot of the creative preparation goes on at the back of our brain, where the germ of an idea is planted and the mind ticks away unnoticed. As I have inherited the family trait of insomnia, I often wake in the night and whilst the world sleeps, words make patterns in my mind. If I am lucky, they pour out as a poem in the morning and I can quickly capture them. They will need to be refined and polished but often the poem is there, as if by magic.

 



WORD WITCH


I am a mixer of words.
The crock simmers,
ladle soothing balm to heal
raw wounds of sorrow,
fire righteous flames that
spit out caustic darts of ire,
conjure measured rhetoric,
devoir for justice
slicing through hypocrisy.


I am a word witch.
The day’s words done 
await the moon muse 
when owls glide, skimming pines.
Vapour clouds from frothing pot,
spooning similes,
catching the popping 
alliterative bubbles,
brewing, tasting, distilling.


I rouse from restless sleep,
cooling poesy strained from 
its slumberous stew,
captured words 
linking lines, 
stanzas coalescing 
into form and rhyme
composed, transformed
as if by magic. 




© 2017 Jacqueline Claire Knight.  All rights reserved. 

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