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Here's a sneaky piece of bookspine poetry, composed in WHSmith's under the watchful eye of the security guard!

Apologies for the wonky picture, I took it under duress!
I saw a man Every three hours The year I met you. A brief affair,
Only to die again.
You might also like this recent book spine poem from my own shelves.

About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.

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Book Spine Poetry for National Poetry Day

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Here's a sneaky piece of bookspine poetry, composed in WHSmith's under the watchful eye of the security guard! Apologies for the wonky picture, I took it under duress! I saw a man Every three hours The year I met you. A brief affair, Only to die again.

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I dodged the security guards in the local bookstore to bring you this poetry - enjoy!

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I can't pass up the opportunity to whip up some bookspine poetry when I'm in a bookstore!

It's as good as being creative in a library except you get that heavenly new book smell.

Missing, presumed

Good as dead.

The appearance of murder,

Screams in the dark.

Why don't you give it a go? Post a link so I can see your creations.

About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.

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I can't pass up the opportunity to whip up some bookspine poetry when I'm in a bookstore! It's as good as being creative in a library except you get that heavenly new book smell. Missing, presumed Good as dead. The appearance of murder, Screams in the dark.

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A quick trip to the library resulted in a SciFi poem!

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I popped into the library yesterday to indulge in a little bookspine poetry. Although I was in a library my book choice was limited to the shelves at eye level since I'm currently unable to bend! (It's a long story involving a skiing fall, lifting a box and an osteopath)

Anyway, here's my bookspine poetry of top shelf Sci-fi!

Men of the Otherworld,

Daughters of an Emerald dusk,

Return to the Whorl;

Frostbitten.

About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.

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I popped into the library yesterday to indulge in a little bookspine poetry. Although I was in a library my book choice was limited to the shelves at eye level since I'm currently unable to bend! (It's a long story involving a skiing fall, lifting a box and an osteopath) Anyway, here's my bookspine poetry...

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A poem inspired by this beautiful image.

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I shot this beautiful image in my local park over the weekend and, in conjunction with a bout of insomnia, it inspired me to write a piece of poetry.

Why not use it as a writing prompt yourself and send me a pingback so I can see what you came up with?

As the sun dips its head
'Neath the heads of the trees,
And the long shadows mingle
and dance in the breeze,
There exists a feint world
at the edge of your sight
That sings for the playful,
Awakening twilight.

You'll know if you ever
discover this land
By the dreamy fern fingers
and twinkling sands.
The wind will bring whispers
of sweet silver chatter
Which entwines in trees then,
Unaccountably, scatters.

If you're lucky the fairies
Will make themselves known.
And inhabit your daydreams
with wonders you're shown
But know just as soon as
The Moon starts to mist
The feint world of fairy
Will cease to exist.

If you liked this, why not visit my Poetry section to read other short works.
If you like to read something a little longer, try my Short Stories section.
If you like a challenge, I host the weekly Six Word Story Challenge. New authors are always welcome!
Don't forget to leave a comment, I'd love to know what you think!

About Nicola Auckland

Busy wife to one & mum to two. I've caught the creative writing bug, now need to practice, get awesome and write something worth reading. Simples.

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Enchanted Eventide - A Poem Inspired By a Photo Prompt. Care To Try Too?

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I shot this beautiful image in my local park over the weekend and, in conjunction with a bout of insomnia, it inspired me to write a piece of poetry. Why not use it as a writing prompt yourself and send me a pingback so I can see what you came up with?