| Excerpt:
William Shakespeare, Astronaut
For all the magic grace of words
Strung end to end in flawless line
I would not trade the endless night
For any straight or slanted rhyme
Whether thought be swift and fluid
Soaring like nature's free-winged fowl
Or stiff as manmade metal flyers
Matters not to one above them all
The clouds part as velvet curtains
As stars shine down, pin point on cue
One for each fretting face below
Turned upward in ignorant awe
As I walk upon breathless night
Strutting player bereft of sound
For all the world, an audience
To this, my hour upon the stage |
Review:
When I saw the picture of the author dancing "Swine Lake" in
her writers' publication Inkspotter News, I just knew I NEEDED this
book. I wasn't sure whether I would dip into it or read it at a single
sitting. Having done the former, I'm about to do the latter.
There is humour and pathos in abundance. One poem - I won't say which,
because it touched a truly personal aspect of my life - almost moved me to
tears. The imagery throughout is that of the natural born poet.
Mary Cook |
Excerpt:
Paper Wings
I grew up with a love of words,
Reading all my mind could hold:
A traveler to far flung lands,
Soaring on paper wings.
Reading all my mind could hold,
I felt the words push out again,
Soaring on paper wings
Over worlds of my design.
I felt the words push out again,
Alive and ripe for sharing
Over worlds of my design,
Mapped without border lines.
Alive and ripe for sharing,
A traveler to far flung lands,
Mapped without border lines -
I grew up with a love of words. |
