The hostage taking: Words

Posted by lindsayc on Feb 3, 2020

Hostage taking                                                                                                                                       By Lindsay Lewis

Enclosed in the pale envelope of sleep

the words invade, with tiny timbers in their hand, battering my brain

Any poet knows, you cannot bargain with a word. They must have their say, adamant on winning.

Words are worthless alone,

they travel in groups, sibilants, consonants charging around the room

pecking like absent minded birds

perching on the roof of my mouth.