Monday, 19 September 2011

A POEM IN A PILE

Inspired by the wonderful Mr Pack, here's a poem, created from books on my shelves.

Have a go. You know you want to.

WHAT WAS LOST
on THE ROAD
to INFINITE RICHES,
back in NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR,
was our MINDS AND BODIES,
AS IF
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US
was INVISIBLE and
THE MADNESS OF LOVE,
WHATEVER LOVE MEANS,
was THE LOUDEST SOUND AND NOTHING
could hurt our PERFECT LIVES.
But then: DISGRACE.
And AFTER YOU'D GONE,
in my HEART OF DARKNESS:
THINGS FALL APART.

4 comments:

Carys said...

Fantastic! What a fun exercise. There was some arranging involved though, right? Surely you weren't lucky enough to have arranged your books so beautifully!

TOM VOWLER said...

Arranging! Hours and hours* of meticulous composition, Ms B.
*okay, several minutes.

Sara Crowley said...

That's rather splendid!

K.M.Lockwood said...

I did one too - though no piccie. Thanks for the idea.