Words Collage & Poetry by Kathy Cotton
Torrential Talk
I stand bone-soaked
in a sudden word storm,
pelted by torrents
of dark thunderous talk
whirling from every
direction. Mouths roar,
tongues spit bolts
of lightning,
thirty-mile-an-hour breath
hammers my back.
You invite me to step
into the quiet shelter
of your blue umbrella eyes.
A patch of pale sky
opens unexpectedly beyond
the indigo downpour.
©Kathy Cotton
Story Teller
She is no reporter
gathering simple facts
for a tight-packed lede,
a persuasive nutgraf.
Who and what,
when and where, are for her
tiny seeds, germinating
in deep-mulch imagination,
sprouting curls of vine, hung
with dazzling passion flowers
and bulbous fruit.
She plucks each story
in vibrant bloom, presses
the petals between pages
of a massive dictionary—
always ready for the next
unabridged telling.
©Kathy Cotton