The Gnome

Inspired by the idea of the Voynich manuscript

There was a home

Where lived a Gnome.

The home was grey

It was a sunny day.

Inside this home

There was a book,

Which I preferred

To have a look;

The book was all

About some leaves

And how those leaves

Can cure disease;

Gnome sang a song

About his home

And how he’s living

All alone

But suddenly

The book was gone

And little gnome

And a little home.

And now I wonder,

If there ever was a gnome,

But here and there

I still can hear his song.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I watched a documentary on line recently about that mysterious book. This is such a good poem and has the feel of a parable like those of the brothers Grimm. Very nicely written.