The Poet She is Fierce
At the beginning you were all that I wanted
Charming, innocent, self-effacing
Each phrase chosen with such thought and care
Each word immaculately turned out
Precisely placed upon the page
Every stanza neatly stacked, in logical order
I was seduced by your beauty
You drew me in to your world of words
Controlled me with language
Dazzled me with rhetoric and hyperbole
I was puzzled by such unusually advanced punctuation
Restrained by your lexical chain
Soon I was out of my depth
Unsettled by your syntax
I didn’t notice your subtle use of adverbs
The cunning way that you’d slip in an adjective
I often missed hidden meanings
Secreted within a sentence, behind an Oxford comma
Your surreptitious use of homophones and homonyms
Carefully camouflaged conjunctions, confused me
I didn’t know the danger of words
The power they could invoke
You pounded me with your ideas
And carefully veiled subversion
Lines delivered with such economy of words
They penetrated my very soul
I didn’t notice the silent letters
The double negatives
You had me at every subjunctive
At each clause, I trembled
I could not move
I was no longer free
I am beyond help
Tom
Sun 11th Sep 2022 23:56
Fantastic Brenda, I'm a sucker for anyone who has a way with words.