The Keeper of Words (2)

There’s a keeper of words

who keeps a store

of magical sounds,

for each conjurer,

for every word -

a synonym,

and every opposite,

an antonym.

She keeps these wordlings

safe and secure,

lets out the sounds,

like a whisperer.

For those who have 

a well-tuned ear,

they form a pattern,

for all to hear.

She comes to me

in dead of night,

the words take shape,

jewel-bright.

Some words ornate,

some simple and stark,

they burn in a crucible,

after dark.

She nods to me,

gives me a sign -

and I help myself

to those that rhyme-

each combination

is unique;

each quest’s an adventure

for those who seek.

Some shapes- base metal,

transform in fire,

some flow like

water, 

in the gyre.

Some float like air,

with ethereal forms,

some born of earth,

and they are strong.

We are the conjurers,

and magicians,

transforming elements

to something magnificent.

And  when this power

 is unleashed-

we  are the alchemists,

underneath.

Copyright Suzy Davies. 06/05/2016. All Rights Reserved.