Spines
By Stacks Poets
by Jo Langdon
Not unlike
the accidental words of sleep,
the sky’s secret
heart of darkness,
the mind of God;
a star safari.
Memory’s monkey grip
finds cold comfort
in this.
We have always known
these labyrinths:
how language works
in tales of the unexpected.
This house of love
a haunted hotel,
the ghost road
of your ‘before’.
Written in response toAdam Aitken 'Costumes'
Exercise: Head to the library or bookshop. Look for a poem idea in the titles on the book spines.