Meanwhile, here's the latest ArtSpeak: RED poem about a girl who reads, written by a girl who reads... A LOT. Enjoy!
A girl who reads
believes this river
of ink
will deliver her
to an unclaimed frontier –
she calls the stars
by name
as the pages
weep
whisper
disappear.
- Irene Latham
Beautiful poem that celebrates reading, Irene. Now you have me very excited about your announcement! Happy Wednesday!
ReplyDeleteLove this poem, Irene.Believing the river of ink...
ReplyDeleteYes, the river of ink and where it took us was why we read as children, to something new. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThis was (and is) me -- lost in stories, weeping, laughing, believing in delivery.
ReplyDeleteWonderful how "this river of ink" delivers us "to an unclaimed frontier –" How I love riding in that river and loosing myself… Thanks for taking me there in your poem Irene! xo
ReplyDeleteSuch a wistful feel...those star names. What are they?
ReplyDeleteHow I love that she calls the stars by name. This poem really resonates, Irene. Gorgeous.
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