NOMAD
Book spines stripe the wall and I
In tall, quiet word-halls sprawl
Between the shelves on belly.
Bare feet crossed, soles to ceiling,
Elbows propped, paging finger
Lingers in fantastic worlds;
I roam through Heidi’s Swiss Alps,
Skip along Dorothy’s path,
Tumble down rabbit’s deep hole,
Journey in Marty’s spaceship,
Dwell with black ants underground—
All with a flick of the page.
“It’s time to lock,” tocks the clock,
Too soon for Pippi and me;
I grab her hand, she scrambles,
Dives in my bag for tonight;
Till curled up under blankets,
My flashlight as stage footlights,
Pippi reads alive again;
In my room I’m voyaging
To Villa Villekulla.
© 2016 Donna JT Smith. All rights reserved.
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I can see that young girl lying down with her books, reading, reading, Donna. That's the way it should be, having a wonderful adventure every time. Terrific!
ReplyDeleteYou took me on a great journey, Donna...awesome!
ReplyDeletePerfect subject, Donna, and great internal rhyme!
ReplyDeleteThank you for inviting us on your journey, Donna. You swept me away with this septercet!
ReplyDeleteI was with her every step of the way! (every page of the way?) excellent.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful memory for me....and image to find here today. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteDonna: I really felt this one. Feet in the air, belly to the cool floor, finger flipping one page after another. Great sensory details, fabulous poem! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThat's terrific! It sure brings back memories for me. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks, all! I LOVED the library (still do) and one day hoped to be locked in there all night by accident!
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