A Cloth-bound Classic

To be a cloth-bound classic... oh what I wouldn’t give!

To be lusted after, coveted; when dutifully collected… I’d beguile

To make someone happy, feel special… when given as a gift

To adorn stately bookshelves… in far-flung countries around the globe 

To be stroked by wanton fingers; my tactile, foil-stamped…intricate, alluring design

To be thumbed through, perused and devoured diligently

My name in golden script, glistening… smiling proudly from the spine 

To be handed down from one generation to another 

I, a secret porthole to lives not yet met or lived

To be made up of passionate love affairs and glimpses of whole new worlds 

A tome steeped in culture and ancient myth... full of folklore, legends and mystical lives

A story delectably described in exquisite, poetic language 

A book so profound and emotive… it could make you cry!

A tale that illuminates all of life’s humble... simple blessings 

Channelled through deft senses… word-smithery, sensual and divine 

Depicting Nature’s stark wonders and magnificence 

Reveries and mysteries of the human heart… so complex and sublime 

Whispers of all the silent secrets, the oddities of the mind 

Life’s fragility and brutality, human tragedy… loss, pain and demise 

But most of all, I crave to be held… cradled, cherished and adored 

Snuggled down in bed with… or read, at the foot of a great tree 

For readers to lose themselves within me... at home or to be enjoyed beside the sea 

To be considered a revelation... a thing of ethereal beauty 

Without having to have a complexion, a reflection… or a skin-clad body

To carve out forever a small place of nostalgia… in people’s hearts and minds

To bring comfort and escapism to all the lonely… scared and shackled souls 

To set the sad and suffering… their imaginations alive, wild and free 

To wile away the reader’s precious time... to be a waking diaphanous daydream 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry.

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