I walk through the woods
and imagine it full of books:
novels returning home,
pages between roots,
words manifesting
within fleshy, breathing bark,
dappled light adorning
every dust jacket with sun spots
as leaves curl
around well-thumbed spines,
earth settling into bookmark ribbons
and wrinkled, ink worn skins.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Image by Eli Digital Creative from Pixabay
I love the metaphor!
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Thank you 💛
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I love the metaphor too.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome 🙂
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