A Book is like a Door into another World

A book is like a door into another world . . .

A sunlit opening in a dream of possibilities:

A kaleidoscope of rainbows echoing within  

Through - and a kingfisher’s flash of blue

Strikes the enigmatic light a bright expanse:

The illumined depths full of golden shine

This world, is but a poor mirror of the one beyond

To the seeing soul a book reflects eclectic wonders 

Lets it through the portals unbelief once found closed

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 38

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Single Star

A book is like a single star 

A many-sided diamond

A complex thing

Giver of a thousand beams

Unbending source of power

Though one amongst a crowd

Shining as a silent eye

Shivered light, brilliant cut

A single force 

In many-sided dreaming lines                         

Yet as a star without a seer is no light

A book without a reader is no star:

For of itself it has no dream to shine

Its all, in the eye of its beholder       

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 33

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Moonlit Path

A book is like a moonlit path . . .

   that by a single thread 

   extends it reach;

A moonshine-beam, 

   a knowledge line to succor me;

To shine, at whatever point I am 

   wherever I may be,  

To instill its wisdom in me deep 

   enthrall me with its beauty rare,

Provide me with a guiding path 

   straight amidst my dark, by light                  

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 21

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

What Could I Write?

What could I write that others would like to read

What piece of all I could reach would delight

Had I any treasure there where another had a need

What had I of all my crazy store that I might share?

What could live upon the page of an overflowing possession

What sieve within a sheet could catch and hold the light?                         

Love’s rendering in redemptive secret silver all my passion

Turned inside out and upside down all I wanted was to give

       

But how to spin my hardest treasures round to be a joy?        

Deep this desire and thought which spurs me on each day

Yet too sure of love to lay the trail, I could make no other ploy

Than to simply let it out, to set about its own wide course

Too certain found in a pinned jewelled pearl I could not be

Too plain the unravelling and the thing will lose its shine 

Truth’s centered form turning to a slant the knowledge key

And a gem of patterned words my gift upon the page

Tortoiseshell Callings

Tortoiseshell callings in merging marvels

Multicoloured hard bits in widening wonders  

Glimpses in leadlights, gleanings of seemings

Pickled licked portions in bright coloured gardens

Secrets in safety messaged in silence

A thousand bits hid and revolving around me

Glimpses in stained glass, gleanings of stardust

Pieced light preservings in tight held absorbtions

Seeings in all things whirling in wildness

Knowings from everything edging about me  

Glimpses in patterns, gleanings of wisdom

Wide whispered tellings in light gifted learnings

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All about me stars shine in simple things

Their dust mentors deep within my marvelling

There I learn of everything, everything to know

And all my mixed colours in secrets there meld as one