Thursday, September 29, 2016
DMC: "Nomad" by Donna JT Smith
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.
Jane Yolen has challenged us to write a septercet that features reading or writing this month. What is a septercet? Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our September 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration TOMORROW, September 30th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her fabulous new collection of science poetry: