Thursday, December 01, 2016
This is one of the poems that didn't make it into the book - but it was then accepted by Ford Street Publishing for "Rich and Rare". Lovely that it found a home!
Here in my shadowed room
one light spreads a cloak
across my bed.
Outside, the wind whines,
pulls at the leaves on the trees,
flaps the shutters back and forth,
but in here the evening is still,
the book lies open
near my pillow, promising
adventure and rollicking ramblings,
a hero and his dog,
a heroine and her speeding horse,
all racing to an ending I must hear
one more time
before I close my eyes
and venture into my world of dreams,
a journey there and back
all the way to dawn.
If you'd like to read some more poems on the blog tour, go here to Jackie Hosking's blog.
Posted by Sherryl Clark at Thursday, December 01, 2016