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The Wordsmith

In my cranial crucible
I collect and mix, mix
Mangled metaphors,
Scrapped similies,
Rusty rhetoric,
Severed speech,
And once molten,
I let the liquid
Language pour,
Pour into my
Mouth-mould
And forge, forge

Brass banter

Copper clerihews

Enamelled epiphets

Silver spiel

Platinum prose

Gold gerunds


Words are my mettle,

I am a wordsmith.




Chris Fernie, 2009




Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-15 at 11:11

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Purple Phoenix
Very cool Chris. ;-)
2009-09-10


melanie sue
....and a very good one, at that. enjoyed this much
2009-06-16


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Chris...this is great...and thanks for the dedication to all
Poetbay's members...

Stan
2009-06-15


normalil
You sure are! Great work.
2009-06-15


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
And a very witty
& charming wordsmith

I Like this

~L.~
2009-06-15