A Book is like a Seasoned Oak

A book is like a seasoned oak, a fortress strong

A growing tower to climb; to puzzle from its pages

Green leaf in drought, fresh hope in trialed life:

Strength from another’s, shared written vision

Hard substance, yet made of the stuff of dreams    

As a forming fabric in unknown casks of aged wine:

A vineyard in the depths of an old oak, an old book

Drink to be decanted, poured into any willing vessel

With no wasted word, for those who climb to read 

Through their upward lifted, pierced hands and feet

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 35

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Running Deer

A book is like a running deer 

Fleet of foot, graceful as a gentle doe 

Leaping through, its fallen leaves

Faster than the speed of light

Through fallen thought, intrepid sight

The inner lighted sheaves, give hope:

Pages calling swift with fleeing shapes 

Concepts running free yet holding me

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 34

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Lighted Candle

A book is like a lighted candle . . .

It casts its inner glow a certain sphere

A certain circle in its inner giving of itself

Its pages turned: its wax consumed

From its bright beginning

It shines unto its end the same

It has no knowledge of where it might abide

Only of the light it shines inside, within its wick 

The truth it finds in me which mirrors it

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 16

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Tree

A book is like a tree in me, these pages are its leaves

Its deeply planted story-root, grows within my soul

Its trunk its message, till its branches reach my heart

That there in blossomed life, its fruits and flowers thrive 

Till it find that place its own, where its inner seeds hide

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 4

(C) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project