This gift of words -
words to say with, words
to play with, words to repay
the grateful debt of education,
inspiration and attention with - is a gift
demands to be declared as neutral ground,
free and open space, virgin territory
upon which all sides can venture,
trespass, even build together.
So here I stand casting my spells,
steep incantations laden with possible magic.
I pace the dock to-and-fro, casting loaded lines
of fresh-cut bait, all trimmed with the here-
and-there allure of rhyme, rhythm,
repetition too, those oldest cunning ways
to lure a listener beyond his element
into breathing a new air, free and fluid
as the frantic fling of life itself.
J. Barrie Shepherd 2018
From: "If You Don't Have Twenty Minutes Don't Stop!"
used with the permission of the poet