Until now, my only brush with writing poetry was a memorable high school assignment on Shakespearean sonnets. I spent an inordinate amount of time counting iambic pentameter on my fingers, and the result was some nonsensical poem starring a delusional toddler–not exactly high art.
But April is National Poetry Month, and 100 Scope Notes has inspired me with this amazing collection of book spine poems…so I’ll give it a try. Last night I decided to do what I could with the books currently in my room–11 total, 3 of which were in French, and 2 more with illegible spines. The result is more or less an exercise in desperation:
A Schubert choral score adds a morbid (and German) twist:
(Translation: “Messe in As” means Mass in A-flat major).
I’ll consider this a test run. Hopefully by the time April rolls around, I’ll have raided the library and/or my full book collection.
