napowrimo.net prompt is to write a ‘book spine’ poem. This involves writing a poem using the titles of books on your bookshelf. My poem neatly divided itself into sections, based on where my books are shelved. Instead of numbering these sections, I have labelled them according to their approximate (relative) compass points. The book titles I used are listed in the tags.
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For the first day, I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem that has the same first line as another poem.
(I got my first line for this poem from the book
, by Mary O’Neill.) Hailstones and Halibut Bones Continue reading