A book is like a tranquil stream
it has a kind of liquid life
Beside the inner watered willow trees
that calms my soul
That bends around my growing stems
Though it take me savage in several places
Falling through the loop
As book streams do, in sudden turns
When taken from their natural course
in limestone lands
They run in sunken caverns, broad
in tunnels wide
Seeking there to challenge, keen
Though they be but pallid streams
that greet me:
Another’s sighted undercurrent, yet
alive with hidden lines
they touch my mind . . .
Poem from a
Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 27
Part 1 # 27
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The
Bookmark Project
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