Books//Poetry

I'm a poet (that sounds odd rolling off my tongue). I felt inspired to blog for the first time in a long time, so here is something different.

Leaves of pages

Ink done

Type set

A smell only when aged

Death by water

Ancient knowledge conceded by internet

Still holding

By the jacket sleeves

Reserved for us

A select many

The literate

Once an elite

Now a commoner

Still waning

But not conceding

This love will be mine

No matter how far-fetched

Thou shall not depart from me

If done

Crumbling ash shall be my name

For once hold still

As I hold on

To world not real

A life not my own

But a dream and wish

Rendered never

But who shall

Leave me and you in the raven night

With a light

And a comforter

To spill secrets

From an editor’s computer

To my small hands

MiniReview: Red Queen

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard Goodreads|Amazon

Published by Orion February 10, 2015

320 Pages

Source: Library

The poverty stricken Reds are commoners, living under the rule of the Silvers, elite warriors with god-like powers.

To Mare Barrow, a 17-year-old Red girl from The Stilts, it looks like nothing will ever change.

Mare finds herself working in the Silver Palace, at the centre of
those she hates the most. She quickly discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy Silver control.

But power is a dangerous game. And in this world divided by blood, who will win?

Red Queen… too much for words. Aveyard created a world that was intricate with superb worldbuilding. The Silvers and Reds were divided and yet still held in equilibrium. Somehow the characters were intangibly linked, but at the last minute turned backs and created a showdown that was unexpected, yet opened unheard of doors for the sequel. The no-nonesense writing style of Victoria Avyeard was inexplicably used that let for a quick, simple read and no over analyzation of the text. The plot was the starring role in the book however showing what weight the feels carry with how I slapped my head for not seeing the twists and turns headed my way.