I´ve been looking at cover images for my poetry collection, Midas Touch, which is due to be published by Ward Wood Publishing at the end of November. Mike Fortune-Wood has picked out a number of possible images and we´ve been discussing which is the best. I think we´re almost there now and I´m looking forward to seeing how the book´s actually going to look. As soon as Mike has it ready, I´ll post it on my blog. In the meantime, here´s another poem from the collection.
Crossing The
Two hours out of the village
I´d climbed the mountain´s shaded side
two months deeper into winter.
Coarse grass was brown, ground water
had flowed over the path
and frozen. I stopped.
The smooth sheet sloped down,
curled round the overhang, drips
falling onto rocks in the gully.
I put one foot on the ice,
shifted my weight, hesitated,
then moved my other foot forward.
Five steps carried me over, my pulse racing.
I stood on the brink, dislodging pebbles
and knew I had no way back.
As I climbed higher, peaks
reared up behind the black
ridgeback. Cresting it,
I toppled into the new view. Bank
behind bank of ice anchored on stone
all the way to
The village I´d left,
tethered to the foothills
by a winding cord of tarmac.
Can't wait to see the cover. Can't wait to read the rest of the poems. This one's wonderful...
ReplyDeleteThanks very much, Sue, I´m pleased you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to see this poem here. The cover is nearly ready. We all take forever collaborating on the covers but I think it's worth it!
ReplyDeleteMike F-W´s been doing a great job with the cover. It looks like nearly done now. This poem goes quite well with the cover design, I think.
ReplyDeleteYes. I think it also goes well with that poem where you start describing the interior of a room in detail, then look at the mountains through the window, and then .... But I won't spoil it!
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