through my head
just behind my eyes
words danced and flitted
just out of reach
tickling my memory
silent sounds teased,
threatened to slip away,
trailed me down the stairs
I raced to get my pen,
scribbled the words down,
sketched them in black and white
before they could pop and vanish
like an iridescent bubble
to leave wordy splashes in my mind.
“If you have the words, there’s always a chance that you’ll find the way.”
~Seamus Heaney, Stepping stones: Interviews with Seamus Heaney
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