Image result for old rocking chair photo black and white“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”

― William Styron

“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”

― Stephen King

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.””

― C.S. Lewis



I find it on rocking chairs,
one that creaks,
announces its age,
as screen doors often do,
the doors on farm houses

or the bones of grey men
who sink into slumber
and soft cushions,
the bones that ache
when grandchildren

need to play or hot soup
calls them to rise, perhaps,
one last time.
The easy back and forth
of a rocking chair

besides a small table
where a slender candle
offers the room what light it can,
enough to rock and read
forgotten stories etched

in books heavy with pages
that require a reader’s gentle hands,
palms warmed by the pulsing heat
of a dragon’s heart
each time a page is smoothed,

a dragon that creeps
between dark trees and cold stones,
planted and placed between a book’s covers
by poets who once rocked in old chairs,
abandoning their lives to wonder.

Inspired, in part, by a WordPress Daily Prompt.


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