Querty was a Quark. Quarks are very, very small, and always travel in twos or threes. Quarks have very short but superb lives. Some spin, as Querty did. Some are colourful as Querty was. Some are charming and Querty most certainly was enchanting.
From the moment Querty was born as an up, up down Quark, Querty wanted to be a writer. Not just an ordinary writer, but a Poet. To explore the full range of life’s experiences, its joys, sorrows, comforts and dangers that, thought Querty, is the challenge and privilege of a Poet
As Querty flashed through life, as Quarks do, Querty collected lots of experiences, highs and lows, wins and losses, views of mountains and valleys, and alongside them Querty gathered every letter, every syllable and every word that could be found to describe the events and emotions of life.
Soon Querty’s collection grew. In experiences, there were thrills in discovering new life, tragedies full of hurts and pains, jokes and sad songs, great varieties of people and places. In words, there were hundreds starting with atom, bang, collide… And later motion, nuclear, orbit…and later still x-rays, ylem, zany. Then there were thousands..zero, zenith, zest, zing, zip, zoom just to name a few.
Querty knew that there was not much time to spin all these words into beautiful poetry. It had to be the best. Everyone had to be able to see it. Sometimes poetry has rhymes, sometimes not. Sometimes it is not easy to understand at first. But the best poetry always it makes powerful changes in those who read it.
Speeding along everything at last began to come together. Querty was truly inspired. Phrases were formed, sentences were constructed, verses were built. Now it was time for the big moment.
Querty rushed to meet the deadline. Then it came in a flash. In one scintillating second Querty became poetry in motion. Querty’s lines were written in space for all to see. They were beautiful, gracious and spectacularly short