Word Factory Poem by Paula Glynn

Many words pass through my mind
Words like school shoelaces I must untie
Like upsetting childhood memories
That so forbiddingly unwind

Memories never forgotten
Memories never to change
Memories to sometimes haunt
Memories sometimes simply unwanted

Like a curse words of evil flow
From the depths of the Fire God's
Evil realm not seen from the surface to deep below
Souls haunted and tortured until the burden of chains they tow

Stories written by a servant of the Fire God
Stories written by a servant of the Holy God
Stories written by a servant of the human race
Stories written to show a truly ugly face

I travel from place to place
With memories I shall treasure
Rather than dread or replace
For I am truly beautiful: written upon my face

Sometimes I stop and think
I don't know if I can handle
Dirty dishes in that old kitchen sink
The dining room table also cluttered

But I sit in front of this computer
I write confused and tangled words
My imagination a paradox
Reflected in all my fictional characters

And so the word factory reveals itself
And English Literature does increase my wealth
But I live for stories and people:
People who read my stories with great interest.