Saturday, 12 November 2011

Wordling Andrew

A funny word flies out before
they laugh – and springs towards the sun.
Let them chase it through a door,
pant and run.

Chortling, away it bounds,
giggles as it leaps along,
ringing like a bell, it sounds
a tinkling song.

Hightail as it flies away,
belly laugh – before they weep;
working magic through the day
and then we sleep.


  1. Wow! I just love this. It has such musicality to it. Beautiful Thanks for sharing - happy to have found your poetry and this site.

  2. Ah yes...a wordsmith of thrills & joy in action.