This is the product of the How-To prompt. I took a twist.
How to read
I found a book
plain and simple.
Its green cover
tattered from abuse.
"Read me," it whispered.
Inside it took me away
to a distant land
with knights and castles,
a known thief.
I fell in love with his story,
The Tales of Archwood
giving to the poor
escaping arrest
not noticing time whisking away.
One night,
Six lines adorned the back cover.
When I opened the book,
I dreamt I was there.
It felt so real.
A long dress tripping my feet,
being whisked away by the thief.
A fairy tale, it had to be.
But his words broke reality.
"Forget about me.
Forget about the book.
Just wake up, Julia."
Next thing I knew
I was back in bed
The open book next to me.
Here is the REWRITE:
How to read
I found a book,
plain and simple.
Its green cover
tattered from abuse.
"Read me," it whispered.
I fell in love with this story,
The Tales of Archwood,
a distant land with knights,
castles, a thief.
Like Robin Hood, Archie
gave to the poor and
escaped arrests.
I became lost within its pages,
time whisked away.
One night, six lines
adorned the back cover.
I opened the book,
and fell inside.
Magic? No, cursed.
A long dress tripped my feet.
The thief needed help.
I tried, he refused.
His words broke reality.
"Forget about me.
Forget about the book.
Just wake up, Julia."
Next thing I knew
I was back in bed
The open book next to me.
YOU ARE READING
Overbooked
PoetryOverbooked is a collection of poems, flash fiction, and anything else I deem fit to share. Some poems elude to others of my works, some I haven't shared. Enjoy.
