Wordstick Poem by Graham Eccles

I want to hit you with my word-stick

It’s for your own good you know.

The bruises will soon fade

But not the memories



I want you to fly my words like a kite

Tie string to them and run

Through the sunny meadows

Watch them soar



I want to mash my words up with fruit

Feed them to children

You are what you eat

Be fruitful



I want people to horde my words

Lock them in a vault

Keep them in a secret place

Treasure them



I want my words to terrorise you

Blow up in your face

And leave you scarred

For life



I want my words to touch you inappropriately

Work their way up your leg like a spider

Make you jump up from your seat

And scream



I want my words to hunt you down

Creep up on you in lifes long grasses

And when you think you’re safe

Devour you



I want to sculpt my words in marble

Make noble statues out of them

Stand them on columns

Like Lookouts



I want my words to take you from behind

In a make you go blind

Kind of a way

Everyday



I want to make words with hooks on,

that get stuck on your clothes.

And when you pick them off at home,

I want you to remember me



I want my words to call you up at 4 am

To catch you when you are sleepy

And the words may be drunk

But they love you.



I want to stir my words up

Springtime is here