Dangling Metaphors

Dangling Metaphors

by Sandra Brower

They hung

         like spiderwebs in my mind

those little collectives of alphabet letters-

s e p a r a t e

they

were

just

sounds

together

they were the food to my soul

The first words were babbles,

next came the emotion creators-

love, mama, papa, hug

then the words that broke free

dangling

like

diamonds

in my heart-

the words of a story book,

the magic healing of a garden

overpowered the senses.

"sparkling like the

waters of some lovely bottomless lake,"

was the key that opened up my imagination.

Sounds flew off the page--

                                                                                       The angry quick chirps of a robin;

rippled laughter

                               from an invalid

                                                             the first time walking.

Fragrances rambled

                        round

            rainbows

of roses.

Like a rainstorm on the moor,

the "nice, fresh and damp [smell] of th' good rich earth."

saturated through my skin.

These words have never been

shelved

gathering

dust.

Reverberating

                     through

                                my soul

                                            they

                                                  live

                                                      on.