A book is like the sea, reaching far and deep
Its living creatures also
roam in moving form
That from my inner harbour’s
furthest reach
A worded glimpse that saw the fulmar’s flight
A worded glimpse that saw the fulmar’s flight
A flash of light that
caught the dolphin’s leap
For joy it sets my soul
alight in gifted sight
Poem
from a Sequence:
A
Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 2
©
Judith Evans Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
No comments:
Post a Comment