A wordsmith without words,
round without barrel,
cartridge ink oozing - without pen,
song sung - never heard,
poem forming inside head,
what is a wordsmith without words?
Twisting chamois inside my head,
squeezing like water out.
Painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Splish splash splosh,
words spilling out,
falling out scatter gun like,
bouncing - floating - spinning round,
oot me heed spout,
splish splash splosh.
Twisting chamois inside my head,
squeezing words out,
painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Nowts the bother to them,
getting oot as they do,
escaping skipping and dancing,
leaching and oozing,
yet here I stand - naked bared,
nowts the bother to them.
Twisting chamois inside my heed,
squeezing oot words not watter,
painful as painful be,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
Ye telt me BOnKers be I,
as words left me be,
empty heed with echos now,
whats left of me?
Fading away - away - away,
BOnKers be I - maybe.
Twisting chamois inside my heed,
squeezing tight, droplets fall,
A - B - C what’s left of me,
twisty as a twisty thing can be.
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Author:
Charlene McCabe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2021 13:23
- Comment from author about the poem: In the early hours I could not sleep, my brain was active and creative. I wrote three pieces of work one after the other, BOnKers was the final one. It was wrote while I had a pounding headache. The twisting chamois was how my head felt, I pictured the image and saw words being squeezed out instead of water. Then it came to me, what if words were squeezed out, what if colloquialism filled the gaps of language. The thought amused me and I hope you can see this as the language changed towards the incorporation of Geordie words.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
an intriguing read
thanks for sharing
and Happy holidays
Than you for your comments, happy holidays to you to.
Very interesting imagery and fluid flow of words the nowt had me reading this in a broad Yorkshire accent the repetition of the chamios lines really pull the reader in. Geordie and Yorkshire must share a few words then lol. Merry Christmas ☺
Thank you for your kind comments, I think linguistically many northern and Scottish words overlap although the pronunciation or maybe the inflection differs. I am happy to hear my words managed to draw you in. Have a lovley holiday.
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