Book Spine Poetry Strikes Again
Great minds think alike in the blogging world: last week, on the very day that Annabel posted a book spine poem, it was on my to-do list to assemble my current reading stack into a poem or two. I’d spotted some evocative and provocative titles, as well as some useful prepositions. The poems below, then, serve as a snapshot of what I’m reading at the moment, with some others from my set aside and occasional reading shelves filling in. You get a glimpse of the variety I read. (For one title in the second pile, a poetry book I’m reading on my e-reader, I had to improvise!)
My previous book spine poetry efforts are here and here (2016); and here (March 2020).
A dark one, imagining an older woman in serious condition and passing a night in a hospital bed:
Intensive Care
Complications,
Pain.
As I Lay Dying,
Owls Do Cry.
I Miss You When I Blink.
This Thing of Darkness,
Spinster Keeper,
Wrestling with the Angel.
And a more general reflection on recent times and what might keep us going:
Embers
How Should a Person Be
In These Days of Prohibition?
The Light Years
Outlawed,
The Noonday Demon.
Some Body to Love
The Still Point,
The Still Point of the Turning World.
Color and Line
A Match to the Heart.
The Bare Abundance
Love’s Work.
Unsettled Ground
The Magician’s Assistant.
Braiding Sweetgrass
Revelations of Divine Love.
Have a go at some book spine poems if you haven’t already! They’re such fun.
Book Spine Poetry Returns
The literary world continues to revolve, rapidly replacing all in-person events with online ones. On Thursday night I was meant to be in London seeing Anne Tyler. Instead, I spent the evening on Twitter, watching a literary prize announcement, attending two virtual book launches, and (pre)ordering three March releases from my nearest independent bookstore, Hungerford Bookshop. Today I sent the shop owner a long list of book recommendations for the website. I offered remote bibliotherapy for customers and she asked me to add to her curated lists of Long books, Books that are part of a big series, Books to make you laugh, and Books about hope (that last one was really hard). I’m also going to be taking part in two blog tours in early April for novels whose book tours were cancelled. A hint is below.
I’m continuing to read and write to the blog plan I had set up for March into April. What else is there to do? In the meantime, I assembled some titles, mostly from books on my bedside table, into a few impromptu poems. Remember what fun book spine poetry was back in 2016? (My efforts from that short-lived craze are here and here.)
A partial haiku for our times:
Plus two more wee poems of hope and lament.
Refuge
The song of the lark,
The nightingale
Abide with me
A sweet, wild note.
The Sorrows of an American
News of the world:
My own country,
Red at the bone.
I hope you are all staying safe and keeping your spirits up.
What have you been reading that has felt particularly appropriate or comforting?
Book Spine Poetry, Take Two
I had so much fun with the last round of book spine poetry, and so many leftover ideas, that I just had to give it another shot. The themes this time include travel, arson, astronomy, natural history and my own little romance. Let me know what you think.
The art of travel
The violet hour,
The detour:
Turn left at the pub,
Road ends
On Chesil Beach.
The accidental tourist
Thinks…
This must be the place.
Casualties
How to set a fire and why:
Out of sheer rage.
An exclusive love;
All passion spent.
Red sky at night:
The blazing world
Scarlet and black.
Home is burning –
Everything must change.
The celestials
Stargazing
The night of the comet
Crossing the moon
Cloud atlas
Measuring the world
Heaven’s coast
The collector
An obsession with butterflies
Four wings and a prayer
A buzz in the meadow
The secret life of bees
The wonder,
The abundance –
Telling the story
Bird by bird
Tracing the way
Adventure lit their star.
Dedicated to my husband; our ninth anniversary is coming up in just over two weeks.
Abroad
England, England –
Small island,
Small world.
Happenstance:
Over here
About a boy.
Love in a cold climate:
Beautiful fools
(The good guy,
American wife)
A quiet life.
Book Spine Poetry
April is National Poetry Month, so I thought I’d try my hand at some book spine poetry. Thanks to Naomi at Consumed by Ink and Cathy at 746 Books for the fun idea! I have taken the liberty of adding punctuation between some lines, but the book titles themselves appear exactly as on the spines. This has been a fun project to do a bit at a time over the last couple of weeks – it’s always a nice break from my editing and more analytical writing.
Peruse your own shelves or the local library’s and have a go. It’s an easy way to get creative!
The years go by so fast…
Landmarks
Summertime
Harvest
A time of gifts
Winter
A week in December
March
Spring
Snow in May
A year on the wing
A morbid little number, with a riff on Stevie Smith:
All at sea
Cold beacons:
The iceberg,
The whirlpool,
The depths.
Drowning Ruth,
Wave.
Memento mori:
In fond remembrance of me
How to read a graveyard:
A tour of bones,
Mostly harmless.
Last night on earth?
Nothing to be frightened of.
Thanks to my husband, we have a ton of bird-themed books. The concluding line from Emily Dickinson makes this one a bit of a cheat.
Adventures among birds
To see every bird on earth:
The secret lives of puffins,
Last of the curlews,
The life of the skies.
Rare encounters with ordinary birds:
Songbird journeys,
An eye on the sparrow,
The goldfinch.
Falcon fever:
The armchair birder
Feeding the eagles,
Chasing the wild goose.
Hope is the thing with feathers.
An attempt to lay the groundwork for some progressive theology:
How (not) to speak of God
Jesus among other gods:
Atonement?
Blessed assurance?
Everything is illuminated?
The nice and the good
Crossing to safety?
A new kind of Christianity
The story we find ourselves in.
An unquiet mind
Until I find you.
Love wins;
No man is an island;
We make the road by walking.
This one’s my favorite – a tribute to my peaceful days spent working from home.
Still life
The house tells the story:
A room with a view
A slanting of the sun
The shadow hour
A circle of quiet.
So many books, so little time;
Leave me alone, I’m reading.
Bookish Beck = Rebecca Foster. American transplant to England. Freelance proofreader and book reviewer.
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