The vision of words

This was simply written because at the time I was thinking about where we as writers get our ideas and what publications and other stories etc we have to live up to and compete with. You may notice some references to other tales; see if you can name any.

What words can I speak?

In night’s forest,

When moon whispers and stars fleet,

What words can I speak?

 

In owls cry we hear an ancient tale,

As aged as the earth,

It speaks to us of lemon gold,

Common sense and myth,

It sings of great battles,

Victories and death,

But compared to its great mysteries,

What words can I speak?

 

The dainty flower aside the stone,

As striking as the sword,

It’s beauty screams in delicate voice,

Light in vacant space,

Prettier then the waters edge,

Or shimmers in a bright jewel,

And with its loveliness it breaks hearts,

What words can I speak?

 

And yet to all lay faultier to this,

The fury of the mountains doom,

For in both lightness and in dark,

It’s thunderous voice echo’s true,

As it’s shadow cast is pitcher still,

Then the darkest of evil souls,

No novel can behold,

What words can I speak?

 

All of this, the ingredients,

To master magic’s potion,

And cast a scribe to papers womb,

To birth a canny tale, of interest,

Romance and adventure,

All the tools of inspiration lay about…

 

What words will I speak?

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The third verse is a cracker...specifically the first 4 lines... 'Light in vacant space' is beautiful. I thought when I read it that that is how words come to us or not. If we receive such wordy light we are lucky. We are vacant space. I like the powerful juxtapositon of the dainty flower and the sword also. Penultimate verse fasciates with all the dark and shadowy references, which I read as troubles to overcome along the way. But it can't overshadow the optimism of v3 and the promise in the ending.

[sk8tagirl95]

I think it is beautiful, the words spoke to me