A twist of the tongue

I long to catch a poem's tail just to hear it wail

verse with soft paws, rhyme with teeth and clause

some are classical purebred others wild prose naturally bred

dark or pale with a scraggling tail

body of nouns, feet of verbs that an adjective's shadow disturbs

I love mangling its participle dangling

with conjunctions of fur, how seductively they purr

she's measured in meter I wouldn't mistreat her

their subordination hides in shade of coordination

baited with a preposition revealing its past condition

rare creatures of a bard's work, in word's forest they lurk

its syntax presently tense, with muscular metaphors so dense

here a grammatical growl becomes an etymological howl

as by tongue assisted, poetry's tail is twisted

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant work. I love this personification and metaphor.

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the use of personification in this poem about a living breathing beast of poetry. This is creativity that allowed me to visualize the beast that is being chased.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and comment they are most appreciated

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. It was an enjoyable read and creative is word choices and descriptions