ACQUIRING THE LANGUAGE

Like a fairy tale princess I
pricking my thumb on a word

and falling asleep
in its sound.

"Briar...!" I whisper
to my self.

Become the word,
All its syllables.

I never want to
wake from its dream.

The word is
my world now.

I chant it
as a spell.

I say it slow.
I say it fast.

Fast like stretched elastic.
Then like elastic snapping back.

But the large people
who think they know everything

always come and spoil my fun
kiss me on my curls.

"Ok..time for tea..." or
"Ya wanna do wee wees!"

NO I could scream
"I'm playing with my newest word!"

I in love
with my word.

Wanting to live in it
for ever.

But as it happens
it is time for tea.

And I have to...have to
wee.