"Books" was written in response to a prompt by @pattijcrow http://iriswoodbury.wordpress.com/
She said, "write a poem about an old wrinkled man, faced with the love of his youth, and how his heart pounds as strongly as ever yet his wrinkles inhibit his expression." At first I thought the prompt didn't give me enough freedom to go off on my own. But I loved the visual of the old man, and he quickly took shape in my mind.
What were the chances to meet her at his old age.? Nice plot for a novel.Thank you for liking my post (the sage farmer…) greetings.
Thank you, and you’re welcome!