Poetry Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus
I took a photo of the books on my fire-place and used them to create my ‘found poem’. Needless to say – I struggled to put Gangsta Granny in there 😉 I have emboldened the words I managed to use both in the list of books at the end, and within the poem itself.
A story of lost childhood, shattered sweet shop dreams
Of playground attraction’s unlike what they seem.
With her guardian, and immediate protection long flown
Her soul became a prisoner in a heart carved from stone.
Half empty and pained she cried: ‘Hallow thy-
Jesus name!’ And begged He restore order to her life again.
Be patient, dear child, you mustn’t run before you can walk,
Nor walk before you can run; not all is deathly and undone.
In the hours of the night, feel the fire in your blood,
And when daylight breaks
Should your tender heart ache
Deep within its very chambers; remember the face of your father.
Feel there the very warmth of your stolen Prince, healing you
with timeless tales of truth. With me before you,
Guiding you home, there are no secrets unknown. His love
for you shall always be shown. And so, as a philosophers phoenix
rising like the bright Northern star; Your father’s love will shine upon you,
And all that you are.
Books I used (and didn’t): The Hours of the night, Me Before You, Gangsta Granny, The English Patient, Sweet Shop Dreams, The Story of Childhood, The Life of Jesus, Run Baby Run, Philosophers Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix, Half Blood Prince, Deathly Hallow, Attraction (Perfume), Immediate protection (sun cream bottle)