A kind of magic

Seeping into your brain as you

Twist the verbs around your index finger

And paint a storm;

Adjectives, lightning sharp, on the page,

Biro scratching out the echoes

Of thunder.

Whisper them,

spells, in different combinations,

Sentences, sibilant sorcery,

Conjuring your creation

Casting the charm which sparks

Another’s imagination.

Word witch,

wonder and enchantment,

the wicked torture of

weaving, bending, stretching language

Into new life, the monster waking, ghosts walking,

Life providing the meat which feed the

Dragon-fire at my finger tips.