BOOKS
I step through your cover,
A cardboard tunnel
Through a black hole,
Out a garden gate,
Over a moor,
Through a sally port,
Down a rabbit hole,
Along a dark alley,
Out an escape hatch,
And across the roofs of a forgotten city
From my world
Into countless others.
Your pages thrill me and kill me,
Fill me with anticipation.
I drink it in, thirsty for pages, words,
And far-flung vistas.
I am the wanderer,
The intrepid explorer,
The roaring mouse,
The fighter of strange battles
The beloved but hated,
The free and enslaved,
The damaged searcher,
The hopeless and hopeful,
The triumphant.
I am your
Reader.
©
2015 by H. Linn Murphy
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Wow. Nicely done. Love how your pictures fit perfectly with your poem. Excellent job!! Loved it!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is excellent. Very evocative.
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