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.

Redemption falls,

this changes everything.

Quietly, a lover sings

‘You must remember this…’

A slanting of the sun.

Love lies bleeding, this side of brightness.

Lonesome dove

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!

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