A new (and characteristically overdue) bookmash! Also known as a book spine poem. Here goes.
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Grand Central Station
By Grand Central Station
I sat down and wept:
Spill, simmer,
Falter, wither,
A Belfast woman a far cry
from Kensington.
The leaves on grey,
The introvert’s way,
The woman who talked
to herself:
If you leave me,
Can I come too?
The joke’s over –
The song is you.
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Thank you to the authors: Elizabeth Smart, Sara Baume, Mary Beckett, Muriel Spark, Desmond Hogan, Sophia Dembling, A.L. Barker, Cynthia Heimel, Ralph Steadman, and Megan Abbott; and to Nina Katchadourian.
I’ve yet to read the Spark and the Steadman, both recent acquisitions; the others I’ve enjoyed, for the most part. Muriel Spark has featured a few times here before, A.L. Barker a couple of times, including in earlier book spine poems. Cynthia Heimel appeared more recently, in a post about the spelling heighth.
Sometimes Sentence first readers join in the fun of bookmashing (and oh, what fun it is). Let me know if you do.