Ever since I can remember, I’ve always loved words. I was
never put off by long and strange words, always wanting to
understand them and know how they should be said. I wanted
to be a writer from the get-go but never thought it would be
possible. Then I realised I didn’t care if it were possible or not,
I was GOING to be a writer. Now I have an Italian speaker
in our family and I absolutely love the sound of the words,
love the way they are said, love what they mean. The Bible
was my favourite book – a thousand stories and millions of
words. Page after page after page!! All right there in front
of me.

 WORDS AND THINGS

Sometimes, I gather up all the words I love and watch
them playing together.
It doesn’t do to have favourites, I know that,
But who can resist words that sizzle on the page and dance.
Some so irresistible whole poems are built around them.

Colours are always delectable,
Weaving their way through every get-together.
Colour words do, of course, have to be dealt with extremely carefully,
As favouring lemon over green
Will attract very sharp looks from orange.

Full stops and commas, paragraphs, colons, semi-colons,
Little Latin phrases, ‘Et tu, Brutus,’ etcetera, etcetera,
And those little raindrop marks that attend every speech,
Must all be taken into account
But can be missed out altogether if careless of censure.
Recommended.

A word of advice.
Do not ever forget the numbers family,
For if they are ignored or forgotten they get quite vocal,
Even a little spiteful and unforgiving.

No!  Keep them in sight at all times,
Insisting they play nicely. 
One and one making two, for instance.
Otherwise, you can never bring them to order,
Even when put into really pleasant columns,
They remain difficult and wilful.

 But there we are, that’s words and things for you.

                                © GWEN GRANT