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By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Poetically Motivated

When I’m poetically motivated, I

Ride the chariots of clouds in the sky

To net elusive nouns,

Chase brilliantly golden, crisp, yet delicate autumn leaves
To entrap those adjectives,

Trip the light fantastic with high winds to find 
Some rare personification,

 Sizzle and frizzle with my sausages searching
For some bee-buzzing onomatopoeia ;

Move mountains and plough through dictionaries 
To massage in those metaphors;

Cook curious cakes and even pickle putrid pears 
To entrap my appetizing alliteration;

Scour the world, beat the bushes, capture and kill - - 
Yes, all this for those vanishing verbs;


Swiftly and lightly ride on those rumbling tumbling waves 
To arrest an evasive adverb;

Then I’ll tango a mango, and tussle a muscle
To access assonance;

But to get my rhythm
I’ll dance, hum, sing or simply whistle – 

Well, doesn't everyone?



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