In the midnight blue expanse The rotund Moon hangs – A bauble precious, The stars are not far behind – All trinkets, glamorous; They say its luminescence Can bring about madness But all I gather is succor In its gentle iridescence; There is a calmness A promise in its presence To conquer the Darkness And it’s forever mounting hubris.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Moses Wolcott Redding. Standard Ahiman Rezon and Blue Lodge Guide. New York : Redding & Co., 1889 — Source.
Do demons ride The tail of a comet And angels descend In meteor showers Does the man on the Moon Know all our shenanigans And the proud Sun laugh At our daily humdrum Do constellations shift To rewrite horoscopes Or the planets conspire To decide fortunes
We gaze upon the stars In hope and despair Wishing for wings And fairytale havens Where diamonds rain And the grass is emerald While our blue-green orb Screams to be heard; In worshiping the skies Gods, new and old We callously decried Our Earth’s demise
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Ignatius Donnelly. Ragnarok: The Age of Fire and Gravel. New York, D. Appleton and Company, 1883 — Source.
There was no way of telling What pleasures they find, Those who brew trouble Or live to contrive Stories that spark fear Or lies to make us tremor And how they find peace Lining deep pockets With the labor of others Yet, when we look around The smiles belong to those Who wouldn’t lend a dime Or spare a trifling thought For the sorrows they cause.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Frederic Ingham. Ten Time One is Ten. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1871 — Source.
When the last shadows fell I heaved a sigh of relief For the gloaming night Would soon be upon me I can cower and hide From the travails of life Bury my hopes again In layers of staid silence And hear the shaky rhythm Of my heart, reminding me I am still alive!
I dive into my anxious thoughts Almost sure I can’t face Demons that demand much From my spirit so frail Yet, my valiant soul whispers Tomorrow is set to arrive What if your Destiny Turns on its feet? Then you may not feel the need To run away from another Grueling, defeated day!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.