Salmon pink splurge over liquid blue.
A tail that flutters like an eyelash,
sinking to the grass in petulant smoke.
Copyright © 2015 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)
Thanks to the very talented Bonnie for my wonderful book cover design! The novel is called “Caskets of Ice”.
If you have any questions, or think I should release a preliminary chapter (or two!) out into the blog- world, then please feel free to comment below! Here is a link to Bonnie’s page so you can check out her other illustrations and general awesomeness:
I reach through;
gravel crunching like
a gingerbread trail,
past the water’s surface
of glazed ice-
the leaves breathing
frost to a cloudless sky.
I feel the rush of heat
on my skin;
flames that creep like ivy,
black smoke spitting flecks of orange
belched forth in midnight blue
and I watch;
watching it burn.
Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)
The insanity of talking dolls,
the lifeless bundle of thread and stuffing,
breathe life just by playing,
giving it a name, making a voice,
moving its limbs. Already it is real,
real name, real expression and then;
it becomes not an ‘it’ but a ‘they’
and when you come home you wonder-
at the way they sit and look out the window.
Because they move all the time-
…..Didn’t you know?
Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)
“Live for a while in the books you love. Learn from them what is worth learning, but above all love them….Whatever your life may become, these books -of this I am certain- will weave through the web of your unfolding. They will be among the strongest of all threads of your experiences, disappointments, and joys.”
– R. M. Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
My bare feet
fit the groove of worn boards
sapphire, azure,
trailing my fingers through the midnight shimmer
of soft, lulling waves.
Bathed in the rising vapours of
a swirling mist,
it signals the army of spirits;
riders on horseback
dancing on electric blue scales.
Mountain tops like distant shadows of
ice castles in the clouds
and trees like cauliflower,
that spring as tufts of a newborn’s hair
over the silhouette of a valley touched-
in shades of blue.
Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)