What joy it must be
To have companions such as these
Flitting in and
Out of her life
Birds of every hue and tincture
To have companions such as these
Flitting in and
Out of her life
Birds of every hue and tincture
Her descriptions vivid
Of flashes of colour
And aspect
Dazzling the page
With words of flight
Of flashes of colour
And aspect
Dazzling the page
With words of flight
Indeed across the page
We see them fly
Brought to life
By the poet's words
We see them fly
Brought to life
By the poet's words
And casual turn of phrase.
We see them
We feel them
We can almost touch them
We feel them
We can almost touch them
A joy to read
As we traverse from
Birds to Saints
From riddles to rhyme
Birds to Saints
From riddles to rhyme
Tales of trains
Mysteries and conceits
Parents and drowning
Vivid in thought and execution
Parents and drowning
Vivid in thought and execution
A vast array of
Characters rounded
Surrounded her description
Eloquent a joy to read.
Surrounded her description
Eloquent a joy to read.
So do read
And enter into
A world of words and dreams
Enjoy the spirit
A world of words and dreams
Enjoy the spirit
So freely shared.
A comfort and a challenge
In a time when
We dearly need the pleasure.
In a time when
We dearly need the pleasure.
About the reviewer
Jonathan Wilkins is a Creative Writing PhD Student at Aberystwyth University, Wales, reading mostly Golden Age Crime fiction. His website is here.
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