Every now and then a word unbidding exerts its power.
The power to thrill like ice in a glass.
The power to cut sharp and deep into open wounds.
The power to blue rinse a fading memory.
Today a word reminded me of you.
Or was it of a previous me?
Dare I share the power of that word?
The unexperienced will never know its height or depth
and I have not the talent of a conjuror.
I screw the lid down tight so it can't escape
© Linda Bond 2006
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