Book Spine Poem: Death, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

Book Spine poetry inspired by Gwen’s book reviews of mysteries. While perusing the sequence of titles in the photo, I considered the possible poetic lines. I then noticed that the syllable count works for a tanka, but required an extra line and a slight rearrangement of words in the third line. I started mining phrases and words from her review to complete the tanka,  expanding the mysterious narrative into two extra verses.  Attempted to use only words supplied in Gwen’s post. The finished piece appears to be an account of a murder of some sort or a change in social mores .


Photo and books reviewed by Gwen at Life, the Universe and would you pass the custard creams? .


The Shadow of Death,

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

marks Whaleboat House Mill.

After the Armistice Ball,

dredge up some dim memories…….



not so green day shuts –

thyme plant chimes tense thanks, my shock –

intense horror ride

when taxing times have changed,

as wife leaving a husband………..



Rest in peace Herbie –

now dead, thanks to my fingers…..

comes a little late –

I must confess, squeeze my eyes –

I picture this, really try.


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