Blogworthy stuff I wish I'd thought of first

Book-Kitten today (er, yesterday) posted a very amusing excerpt from Neil Gaiman's Nebula Award acceptance speech. Sadly, I'd gotten out of the habit of reading Gaiman's blog/journal, so I missed it.

It appears she's also been posting (or trying to post) a poem-a-day in honor of National Poetry Month. Wish I'd thought of that about a month ago....

Anyway, here's my somewhat belated poem-of-the-day for Friday, April 23rd:

Sonnet Reversed
Rupert Brooke

Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.

Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
Soon they returned, and, after strange adventures,
Settled at Balham by the end of June.
Their money was in Can. Pacs. B. Debentures,
And in Antofagastas. Still he went
Cityward daily; still she did abide
At home. And both were really quite content
With work and social pleasures. Then they died.
They left three children (besides George, who drank):
The eldest Jane, who married Mr Bell,
William, the head-clerk in the County Bank,
And Henry, a stock-broker, doing well.