Spines

by Jo Langdon

Not unlike

the accidental words of sleep,

the sky’s secret

heart of darkness,

the mind of God;

a star safari.  

Memory’s monkey grip

finds cold comfort

in this.

We have always known

these labyrinths:

how language works

in tales of the unexpected.

This house of love

a haunted hotel,

the ghost road

of your ‘before’.

Written in response toAdam Aitken 'Costumes'
Exercise: Head to the library or bookshop. Look for a poem idea in the titles on the book spines.