A book is like a golden circlet . . .
round my head it lays its story firm
A protective halo, for awhile:
it takes me deep away
Takes this mind it captivates
to an inner world,
A sanctuary hid from pressing ills,
in outside forms of life;
A surrogate life, till I rise up again,
Take responsibilities reins,
live life better for having left it awhile
Poem
from a Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 28
Part 1 # 28
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
The Bookmark Project
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