Gratuitous poetry post, mark two.

This one is by Clive Barker, and it's the poem on the cover of Abarat,, which I'd thouroughly recommend; I don't think it has a title, the site I found it on had it as "Preface to Abarat."


I dreamed a limitless book,
A book unbound,
Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance.

On every line there was a new horizon drawn,
New heavens supposed;
New states, new souls.

On of those souls,
Dozing through some imagined afternoon,
Dreamed these words.
And needing a hand to set them down,
Made mine.


I really like this one... not sure why. It just.. mmm. I don't know, it reads like a library. Or a book shop. Or like my bookshelves above the bunk, which I've stuffed with everythign I've read at least twice. (And I jsut redid them and have them all luvverly, too...)

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miriamus, darling, I have some presents for you. Three variants on your picture and a bonus... enjoy, hope they're what you were thinking of, if not abuse me and I'll change them. :)

Click me to see...