Book Spine Poetry: Lifemanship

For this, I raided my dad’s books. More to come!

(And more behind, with my first and second attempts.)



Lifemanship: Music man, maverick

Hear today,
Here to stay…

Rain in the doorway,
the day the music died

…don’t look back.

Book Spine Poetry: Tam-Lin, The Dark is Rising

We’re back!

A recent dream: In a reality show competition, I had to cross a pool that had square floaters dotted around it, only all of the floaters had piles of MY books on them. So I had to be very, very careful not to land wrongly, or I’d topple over my books into the water.

Talk about your nightmares.

Anyway, these books came together in a rather odd way, kind of turned into themselves, but I left them as such. I also took a liberty with the last title.


Tam-Lin, the Dark is Rising

Tam-Lin, the dark is rising
A ring of endless light
up the down staircase;
The long secret.

Giant groundswell, the long ago lake—

Lady of the forest, ready or not:
Final harvest.

Book Spine Poetry: The Once and Future King

I saw this fabulous idea just today over on Stan Carey‘s blog: Book spine poems.

I went around to my bookcases and grabbed a book here, another there, until my arms could barely hold them comfortably and I was in danger of capsizing.

This was a strangely intimate process. I felt more turned inside out of myself than I expected, perhaps more aware of parts of my brain than usual when writing a poem.

For then, I’m usually sunk within the creativity and not thinking of myself at all. Here I was all active and alive and lit up, yet at the same time in a trance-like state focusing on nothing but these books.

I can’t wait to do this again.

Here’s what I came up with, and thank goodness for punctuation:


Book spine poem #1

The Once & Future King

The once and future king,
A river in the sky.
Life, the universe, and everything;
The mote in God’s eye.

At the back of the North Wind,
beyond the looking glass,
The end of faith—
It’s easier than you

…does it matter?