I love being in the company of poets
Words flowing in raging eager rivers
Cleansing souls in their deep waters of truth
The air in the room stilling reverently
To allow voices to take up every bit of space
As the walls, like the audience, lean in to listen

Poets mold experience and emotion like clay
And through alchemy, transmute these raw materials
Into golems of living language
Puppeted by skillful tongues 
In rooms filled with those eager to experience
The wonderment of such masterful magic

I am left in awe and enchanted with inspiration
Yearning to find myself an acolyte 
Amongst a coven of gifted poets
Happy to surrender myself to their castings
Enraptured and enchanted again and again

-gws