Tuesday 15 June 2010

word hoard

he was a word-smith

collector of latent nouns

like counterpane and camber

a sifter

adjective hoover

a tense fence


by the water he would sit and read


in his head he'd built a memory palace

an upstanding rural mansion of local quarry stone

leaded windows

in the libraries hung blue silk drapes

large gold-framed mirrors

ornate carvings and artefacts

on marble floors

oak panels and a black skirt finish


and the books.......


mile on imperial mile of identical cloisters

the word hoard


he'd tend to the palace daily

and, knowing the discipline of love,

he'd eek out, re-write, update and contextualise

he'd dummy-run a few layered analogies

and dust down volumes of empirical evidence for future reference

like un-got knowledge banked


filing couldn't be chronological

just logical

colour-coded by truth and weighted for usage

louder colours flagging novelty and popularity

indexed by meaning

not word-meaning but the meaning of life


indexed by happiness


15/06/10 GK.
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