Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo was to write a book spine poem. This means taking the titles of books of your shelves and using them to write a poem. Since I own over six hundred books, I haven’t used all of them in this poem. Instead I kept it to less than thirty. I’m not sure it makes much sense so I’d love to hear your thoughts.  The title is taken from Kate Innes’ first novel.

The Errant Hours

The horse and the boy,

the man who knew infinity,

under these northern lights

watching a dance of chaos,

and the madness underneath.

A great a terrible beauty,

a poison garden.

 

Among thieves,

pirates,

at the ocean at the end of the lane.

A place called Neverwhere,

amongst returners

of the darkest mercy.

He dreams of a dark warrior.

 

His huntress

with an assassin’s blade,

a storm glass

in the centre of a city of bones.

The gathering of the lost,

mothers, mystics and merrymakers,

here lies his inheritance.

 

Wormwood

and rebel angels.

The colour of magic

for burial rights

only dead until dark.

 

Amongst smoke and mirrors,

he searches for good omens.