Morwenna

Impossibly useless: improbable delight

You tell me language is –

Impossibly useless

When you say you are sorry that I am hurt.

 

You remark how language is –

An improbable delight

When we play with the rhythms and rhymes of my poems.

 

You say that language is – 

Impossibly useless

When we walk in the quiet and peace of the woodlands.

 

You observe that language is – 

An improbable delight

When the words that you spin make me shout with laughter.

 

Like the words,

‘I love you’, I whisper,

Hugging you close.