Books

A new page 

smells clean fresh, like a duvet

where will it take me, what is this story going to say

a world of fiction turned real

I watch on to see what the story reveals

I can feel the words envelop

as the plot develops,

delivering me new insights, like a postman giving out letters

told by some magical storyteller

the characters burst from the seams

like floating images of faraway dreams

each a face only I can recognise

created with my mind’s eye

The environments mesmerising, internalised I can see for miles

with internal eyes I can see the lead smile

I can feel their fear, the love, the passion

their heartbeat as they run whilst around a war is crashing

or a monster is chasing, a murderer needs catching

the action, deftly dealt out like a deck of cards

each turn could spell a risk or reward

The adventure, the mystery, who will survive

who was the perpetrator of the crime?

So many questions will it be a happy ending, will the love thrive?

I turn another page and back in I dive

Be it comedy or crime

tragedy, horror or fantasy

the world inside is mine

like a universe away in tranquillity

Thanks for reading.

pace and love.

Kyle.