I’m an accidental wordsmith 
I solder little things 
Nouns and verbs and adjectives
Some calming, some with a sting 

Some say they like my poetry
When words I synchronise 
Like Paler than a Tundra Jailer
Eyes Turquoise like Southern Skies 

Others they are fonder of 
The short stories that I weave 
Of everyday folks, who beat all the odds 
Tales of strength and tales of grief 

Still others declare, that they swear
By my pithy, four line squiggles 
Proverbs with a caustic twist 
Metaphors to make you giggle 

There are also those that have held on
To their childhood innocence
My fairy tales and creature lore
Are their thimbles full of gin 

So I carry on being a wordsmith
Hugging hearts and moving minds
With truth and grit, drollery and bliss 
Sharing wee moments out of time.