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In her studio, an Albion press;
little different from those designs
of the 1820s.
She uses it to print the cover
of her latest book;
one hundred copies only
of 'Daughter of Angels'
each numbered and signed:
four hundred loose-leaf pages
in a cardboard box;
each with a small surprise in the lid:
a miniature portal to Faery
just big enough for a goblin.
6 comments:
Ooooh! Really?? You have this?
Alas, not any more. I used to, once.
How charming, particularly the whoops at the end. Harkens to a completely different era and a completely different sort of artistry.
Yes. I did a lot of printmaking at art college. I'd happily do so again.
What a pity you don't still have it Rachel. Great poem.
Aye - I used to have a potter's kiln, too.
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