I’ll do some bookbinding posts soon. For now, more poetry.
Lines Written in a Very Strange Wood
I climbed an oak to ask the birds
What order I should write these words,
I’d had some planned, but none were good,
Which found me walking in the wood,
And climbing up by branch and limb
I met a furball wise and grim
‘What kind of rhyming scheme is best?’
(I thought I’d ask the country pest)
The cat looked up and raised a paw –
I ducked and dodged an angry claw –
‘What for’, said I, ‘was that hard swing’,
‘No matter’, said the feline king:
It seemed I’d accidentally
Met a lion in the tree.
New Year 2015/16
The horizon blushed gold in one bright seraphim,
In quiet notes the sun and haze blew out and fled together,
The day was done; there’s an end to the year.
Another page written for loss or gain,
Storms and battles raged; these things we weather,
Moments – faded and clear –
High time, I think, to start again!