Here’s a found poem using Unending Devotion by Jody Hedlund and Peaches For Monsieur le Cure by Joanne Harris. (both awesome reads)
The edge in the man’s eyes was sharp enough to cut through the hardest of wood.
I needed a woman to handle this.
Above the scarlet scarf Maggie’s eyes flitted with uncertainty.
A ribbon of music – perhaps a flute – floats above Les Maraud.
Crouching low, Lily sidled along the building.
A kind of sigh came from the crowd as Karim’s right arm blossomed in flame.
Connell’s gaze snapped to Stuart and riveted there.
The room was silent except for the melting snow dripping down the chimney and sizzling in the smouldering fire.
Catherine Johnson, Jody and Joanne
Speaking of Jody, guess what I’ll be giving away soon! Watch this space! :0)