by WickerG | Dec 9, 2016 | musings |
“There are two perfumes to a book. If a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better. It smells like ancient Egypt. A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hands and pray to it. You put it in your pocket and you walk with...
by WickerG | Dec 2, 2016 | poetry |
Cuckoo spit like snowflakes beneath The larks’ bubbling call. Llanthony’s stone arches whisper Secrets, that kept us down in the valley shade. From up here, I could prop up the tower with One finger. God’s walls So perfectly made. Laura Haines (Written when walking...
by WickerG | Dec 1, 2016 | musings, poetry |
“…Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.” That’s the good thing about poetry, it’s always there when you need a quote. This one’s by Andrew Marvell, from a poem in which he’s urging his ‘coy’ mistress to forget...
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