A Book is like a Door into another World

A book is like a door into another world . . .

A sunlit opening in a dream of possibilities:

A kaleidoscope of rainbows echoing within  

Through - and a kingfisher’s flash of blue

Strikes the enigmatic light a bright expanse:

The illumined depths full of golden shine

This world, is but a poor mirror of the one beyond

To the seeing soul a book reflects eclectic wonders 

Lets it through the portals unbelief once found closed

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 38

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Golden Circlet

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

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project