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Stephen King, The Bazaar of Bad Dreams

Posted on November 8, 2015

Stephen King, The Bazaar of Bad Dreams

The biggest compliment I can bestow on how much I wanted this book is that I went (on a train) and picked it up from the library on a Saturday, with a hangover, when I received the email saying the book awaited. I do not normally face the world hungover. (I also obtained cake.)

I've been rationing The Bazaar of Bad Dreams ever since. So much to say so far; the man is a genius.

But for now, a poem. Added where it didn't need to be to make the story: that's part of why he's a genius. (Although I could, as always, do without the exclamation mark.)

Stephen King, The Bazaar of Bad Dreams

Shadow-print the road

with black lipstick kisses.

Decaying snow in farmhouse fields

like cast-off bridal tresses.

The rising mist turns to gold dust.

The clouds boil apart in ragged tresses.

It bursts through!

For five seconds it could be summer

and I seventeen with flowers

folded in the apron of my dress.

 

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Comment by JIM TOM on WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2015...
Hello,
I hope that you are keeping well.
I am just getting into your book now, it is a fantastic read so far.

Jim
Comment by LAURA CANNING on WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2015...
Cheers, Jim - glad you like it. Have just finished my second one and sending it out to publishers now. Hope you're keeping well - raise a Bucky under the Bridge Inn for me.

L

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