I know, I know, book spine poetry was big back in 2011. But I didn’t get round to it back then and I had a sudden urge to have a go, so here are my rudimentary attempts.

Boy missing, after dark
A child in the forest
Snow, winter’s bone
Fear and trembling
Don’t look now

I, the divine,
The historian, the joke,
The outsider, the liar,
The dispossessed

As I lay dying
Kiss kiss
A handful of dust
And now you can go

So have you ever tried creating poetry from book titles? Please do share links to yours or your favourites from other people.