you’d wake at her breast
bound to be close by
float and some to a Viking funeral
Sunday, I discovered a new form of poetry. A mash up between found poetry and bibliomancy. This poem is constructed from randomly chosen fragments of three different books.
Line one comes from Simon Kindt’s No Revelation, two from Tim Winton’s The Turning and three from Amanda Oalmers The Art of Asking.
This is just the first taste of what’s to come.
Image: Ashley Bogacz