Monday, 6 February 2012

A torrent of words

Since doing a timely spring clean of hearth and home, I have found a few old projects... I find myself looking at them under the light of the new year - clear and revealing.  Some have resurfaced and leapt from their dusty files, clamouring to be given new life.  From the printed page, new spaces appear between old words, ready to be filled...

Fae-bright, these secret spaces
Call from the old hours
Giving pause, the unfilled moment.
In my ear, the infinite river - listen!
New tickles at the edge of inspiration.
Reach for the one precious drop
Thirst-quencher, dream-giver.
A first word.