There is power in knowledge we say.
Hands sunk into pages,
curling under typography and quill scratch
to drag out the secrets
someone else left behind.
There is power in knowledge we say.
Tapping at temples
to indicate something more
locked away under synapse and cell,
a threat that the safety
could easily be clicked off.
There is power in words we say,
even ones unheard.
Loose lips spill secrets,
cost lives,
loose wars…
then again,
clever ones can do just the same.
The full force of this poem, if you’ll excuse my own wordplay, I think lies in the second stanza. The double-meaning of “Tapping at temples/to indicate something more/locked away under synapse and cell,” particularly in “temples” and “cell.” I love it, Carol!
Thank you very much,. I’ll admit that was my favourite stanza when I wrote the piece, and of course, play-word excused. What fun is language if we don’t have the chance to play around with it.
ha. yes clever ones do as well….smiles…
it is how the game of thrones is played….
It’s exactly how Game of Thrones is played. Something which makes it all the more terrifying.
Well thought words can be the best.. Still they might fall flat.