Although the weekend has made me miss a few (I may catch up later), today's topic of 'Words' was very inspiring. I'm also enjoying my renewed love of form poetry. This is a kind of Kyrielle; first I made it harder by adopting a difficult rhyme scheme, then I made it easier by making the refrain only half a line long rather than the whole line at the end of each stanza; then to even things out I made it harder again by repeating the refrain at the beginning and the end of each stanza. I can't decide whether fiddling with the punctuation in the refrain counts as cunning or cheating.
Words work for me, my employees
A quarter of a million strong
buzz round my head like swarming bees
as I direct: words, work for me!
Words work for me, I send them out
to fill each story, verse or song
Some I make whisper, others shout.
They wound, move, heal. Words work for me.
Words work for me: all except one,
the master to whom I belong:
and every word beneath the Sun
Cannot explain Word's work for me.