Day 18 Napowrimo prompt challenges us to write a poem that begins and ends with the same word.
Books, they line the walls,
they’re piled on the floor,
the tomes that you and I adore,
books.
They keep us quiet,
make us cry,
with wibbly words we so enjoy,
books.
We read ‘em,
we write ‘em,
fight always to keep ‘em,
books.
Covers, they bind us,
pictures delight,
chapters keep turning deep into the night,
books.
We laugh out loud,
at escapades,
thrill to chillers that talk of the grave,
books.
We learn, we yearn,
see falls from grace,
life mirrored and echoed by worlds embraced in
books.
Genres to please each tang and taste,
romance and history,
tragedy, mystery, smooth and whiskery,
books.
Fiction and faction,
biog’s and auto’s,
text books and how-to’s with lots of photos,
books.
The smell of the paper,
or flick of the ebook,
whichever we favour we’ll never be stuck
for a jolly good read
from books.
Polly Robinson © 2013
