The words are all before them,

Laid out in starkest splendour…

They want the choicest mix,

That express their inner candour.

 

A gourmet dish of phrases,

A comma placed to garnish,

All the swear words possible –

They revel in their varnish.

 

In the centre of a plate,

(The page – to you and me)

A dazzling invention,

A poem, firing free.

 

Blended to perfection,

Unravelled to surprise,

A new way through the words,

Lights up the reader’s eye.

 

A word chefs day completed,

Some time to wish on praise.

Another verse will follow –

And the word will be ablaze.

 

© The Secret Poetess, February 2018

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