Short stories
with captivating eloquence.
Expressive dialogue
of short peaks
with long valleys.

Sentences run,
and sentences walk.
And we paused
open mouthed,
as they paused
to hold the crowd
on a silent precipice,
before the lines
were re-ploughed,
for emphasis.

Every deliciously
spoken word
leading us all
in to a world
with a depth of pleasure
in a character’s path.

With the flick
of a consonant,
and the drift
of a vowel,
the scenes become visible
carrying us forth
on the beats
of a syllable.

And I realised
the detail
and delivery
of this literary display
was the feeling I wanted
my shoes to convey.

By Anthony Stoker