Book spine poetry, giving it a try
Last night I sat on the back of the sofa in my library with my head cocked sideways reading book spines till I got a crick in my neck. It was all Lynn’s fault. She posted this brilliant challenge and people in my writing group took it up with fantastic imaginations.
As I sat there reading the spines all things ridiculous grabbed hold of my heart and wound their sticky tentacles around my soul till I was laughing.
I hope the energy for being silly is thick where you are. Go ahead, cut it with a butter knife and spread it on your toast.