Wyrd & Wonder Throwback Thursday
Welcome to another Throwback Thursday with Wyrd &Wonder!
It’s been five years of W&W and one of the ways we’re celebrating is by looking back over the last five years of photo challenges!
Each week, we’ll take a look at something different, and our favourite responses (not necessarily just our own).
This week we’re looking at two prompts – the firm favourites Book Rainbows and Spine Poetry
Nils
I struggle to do physically do book rainbows but I love admiring others, and I love this one by Beth from Wyrd and Wonder 2021.
The lost war a time of dread
chains of the heretic soul keeper
baptism of fire
This is my bookspine poetry from 2020 – It was a dark year ok!!
Julia
As I don’t want to do the very same picture every year, my book rainbows seem to be shrinking every year…
Beth
Ha! I have a similar issue to Julia with knowing which books to use. I was pretty pleased with my first rainbow back in 2018. 2019 was a bit of a bust and I don’t think I got as far as the rainbow prompt, and then for 2020 and 2021 I used my DWJ books for both! 2021’s composition (chosen by Nils above) at least resembled a rainbow in form a little better than the stack…
Nils is definitely the poet in the group, the only spine poetry I seem able to find is this one (I’m sure I did one for 2020, I just can’t seem to find it)
Sharp ends best served cold
red sister servant of rage
the truth uprooted
Instead, here are some that I’ve loved from Imyril:
We sold our souls:
Twelve kings of Sharakhai,
The bitter twins,
The wolf of Oren-Yaro;
The defiant heir, the bone shard daughter.
We are all completely fine.
The last light of the sun
across the nightingale floor;
the copper promise,
red seas under red skies.
The dark is rising, shadowsong.
(At) darkest hour, (across) this dreaming isle
Brilliance of the moon (against) the stone sky
Turning darkness into light
Next Thursday, we’ll be checking out our favourite #MapMonday posts,
and Beth will try not to upset that it’s happening on a Thursday
I’m super impressed with the poetry! I can’t write poetry to save my life let alone right it with books!