I finished Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf last week for Heaven Ali’s #Woolfalong and I have been struggling to write a review that does it justice, so I’m procrastinating a little bit this Monday morning!
I was inspired to try some book spine poetry over the weekend when I saw poems that Naomi at Consumed by Ink and Fiction Fan recently created. Naomi’s resulting poems were beautiful, Fiction Fan’s were ‘bitter and twisted’ – her words not mine, I thought they were pretty cool!
Mine are….strange? What do you think?
Here are four poems, three from real books and one from my Kindle collection and I have taken a little bit of liberty with punctuation!
Our few and evil days in the forest.
The visitor, the strangest man.
this changes everything.
Quietly, a lover sings
‘You must remember this…’
A slanting of the sun.
Love lies bleeding, this side of brightness.
Grief is the thing with feathers.
Until I find you this may hurt a bit.
The death of the heart and the pursuit of happiness.
What was lost?
‘I don’t know’, I said
Sleepwalkers, plowing the dark.
A history of falling things, fallen.
The dancers dancing, here on earth.
Let the great world spin.
Anyone else fancy having a go? I’d love to hear yours! It’s a little bit addictive once you get going!