Poem: Quieter bliss

October 26, 2026

Quieter bliss
sipping and flipping
dog licking paws
sun goldilocking
— neither broiling
not cloud ducking —
the only sounds
the flick of page
and eyelids' blink.
On the table
the new book
crowning —
Stephen King.
Intake of breath
as he does what he does —
pickpocketing brain
stealing disbelief.

PS Cottier

Like so many around the world, I lost myself in this recent publication by Stephen King and Peter Straub. Such a joy, particularly as it feeds into the world of the Dark Tower novels, as well as finishing the trilogy that began in 1984 with The Talisman. I tried to slow my reading speed so that the experience would last longer, but that proved all but impossible.

Long may Mr King continue to horrify and delight.




2 Responses to “Poem: Quieter bliss”

  1. deb dawkings's avatar deb dawkings said

    What a clever and fun concoction PS. I really like your fan girl poem, your ‘just right’ goldilocks invention and use of puns.

    sun goldilocking — neither broiling not cloud ducking —

    I’ve never read a Steven King novel nor seen a movie adaption – too scary for me. But his book on writing was moving and impressive.

    Thanks for the Halloween present.

    Deborah

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  2. pscottier's avatar pscottier said

    I’m surprised you’ve never seen an adaptation of a Stephen King book. Even The Shawshank Redemption of The Green Mile? Glad you like the poem, which is full of ‘K’s!

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