The fortunes of a book in haiku

I lay no great claim to poetic talent, but some days I need to amuse myself:

A book proposal

Dance seven coy veils for the

Agency inbox

Novel synopsis

A Norn spins the hollow air

Into artful lies

A blank page begins

I leap into white until

I paint a path home

Line edits in red

Blood spattered marginalia

On a paper corpse

Publication day

Anticipated parade

Packed away in boxes