National Poetry Month, Poem #6

Pretty Words

Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
Or purring softly at a silver dish,
Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.
I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

-Elinor Wylie


  1. I love that poem. The word are wonderful, and such a rich feeling to the poem. And I enjoy the changes on your layout. And congrats on wireless!!!

  2. I have had fun looking for new and different poems. This one stood out in my search. Thanks... I like the new look and I love being wireless!!!

  3. This is a lovely poem, very atmospheric somehow.


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