words that tumbled ’round
her head as a child
still do
making mischief like tiny sprites
trading a wooded glade
to tease her hence
a whirlwind of cacophony
flickering, not staying still
try as she might
to pin them down
like dust these letters sneak
into every tight corner
of every room
only the rooms are within
her head with dull eyes
the corners misshapen
dark and foreboding
each letter playing tag
‘you’re it!’
as she feels a tingling
a light touch
as they frantically
try to meld again
and again
to ignite a spark
bursting brightly
into poetic imagery
brilliant
but as her head pivots
she only glimpses
she is not keen enough
as swiftly
they
disappear
© September 2018 Renee Espriu
Some Image Taken From Public Domain To Create As Art
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