The Summer Book* Stretched out on chaise lounge Or bunkbed, beach towel, porch swing You turn the pages. Quickly at first Delving in, devouring it But then you notice Oh, no! There isn’t much of this wonderful story left! How can you live outside of…

Inkheart Oh to speak with silver tongue Reality into fiction Fiction back to reality The desire is there but magic… Is sadly lacking here And try as I might to coax it out Reality is unchanged No thieves or flame eaters walk about No magical…

Hour Twenty-three – Pick the title of a book that you love. That title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point and be about…

I remember when I got you I was small and so was the edition A little old, oh how I loved the texture And the slightly off colour I remember you had a special place You never went to the bookshelf But stayed right there—…

From Mémo I hope you return to your native land Where everyone should be See if you can get in touch with your cousins Despite the fact that they abandoned me Live a good life Don’t let the bastards grind you down To Mémo I…

Acknowledgement: ‘How to use your Healing Power’ by Dr Joseph Murphy speaking of wounds did you know that you can heal yourself that you can heal of wounds past and present that you can heal from emotional and physical hurts through a simple process as…

Lie down right here on my rainbow towel Look above at the palm Swaying in a lazy breeze Your face is striped in a summery green The shadows dance As fronds wave hello Let us stay here under filtered light admiring the beauty of a…

Although each city has its own hue The movies take no notice In rainy Seattle, the world is blue In Beijing, the cream of white lotus. In grimy East London, all is grey Mexico City appears always afire, In wretched ‘Africa’, dare not stay For…

Little warm bodies rolling and wriggling A bundle of black fur with small wet noses The littlest one leaps out the pack with a proud wobble and looks at me In those sherry eyes and defiant stance I have found my match, my furry little…

Prompt 10 (Personify an animal. Switch its trait.)   Life somehow drags on The colours have all gone The wind strings music grim The rain would not kiss him A flower’s simply a flower Not a dame in fading hour Moonbeams don’t wish him ‘night…