Where I close this book the
place I mark
Where shut, every trace of
where I've been is gone
Yet, when I put aside all
this thought awhile
Still it lives, the intriguing
thing, the pearl
In a place it marks its
own within my heart
Poem from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 2, ‘The Placemark
Poems,’ # 2
© Judith Evans Deverell,
2014
The Bookmark Project
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