Book-spine poetry
Yesterday Jean tagged me in a book-spine poetry meme. I wasn’t going to attempt it for a few days, because I have “things to do” and I thought that if I started messing around with books and poetry it would all be over. However, even after the drama of last night, I couldn’t resist slapping a few together when I got home from guitar class (I could have stayed up all night). Then I wasn’t going to publish this post either as these are short and the shots are not in focus (I did a longer poem, that was even less in focus, so I will save it for later), but I just can’t wait. So here are a couple of quick attempts at it. I might come back and update this post later with more and focused poems. (I have now updated this post.)
On the discovery of books
When I was a child I read books
under the tagalong tree
A pair of blue eyes
the wind in the willows
half a life time ago.
The golden key
the lifted veil
the hole in the forest
the secret river.
For the time being
the child that books built.
I am going to go crazy and tag Simone, Sophie, Erin, Cath, Lucidus, Ben, Nathan, Andrew and Nick (but if you wish not to participate, or it destroys the calibre of your blog, feel free to pass). The rules are:
Create a book spine poem (examples here).
Take a picture.
Post it on your blog.
Link back to this post.
Tag another blogger, or two, or ten.