these are the days that must happen to you

 

 

 

There is a room where I would go to sit

When I don’t want to think about it.

The shelves are high

And they make up my walls

I can pretend they are strong

That they won’t ever fall.

 

The books on my shelves are all my friends

Each one different, with their own little ends.

Some covers are battered

And dog-eared and loved

Huge parts of my room

They push in and shove.

 

The highest shelves need ladders to reach

Rare books – just for me – one read each.

Crisp leather spines

And pretty in their rows

The hardest of stories

But once read, you know.

 

In the middle, just in your eye-line,

Books I can loan, but stay mine.

Some read by many eyes

Others touched by few hands

Because not everyone is good with books

And cause damage that was not planned.

 

I am glad to have this little room,

It is this little space for me.

Where I can sit alone and read my books

And understand what stories can and can’t be.

 

MCJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back with another ‘writing sprint’ this week – feel free to join in, take a week to write your piece (no more than a couple of hours worth of writing effort required 🙂 and then share here in the Comments, or on your own blog and drop us a link here, so that we can come and check it out!)

Posting here on my blog, as well as on Aside from Writing – don’t be bored, give it a go.

This week’s prompts were five words a quote and an image, to use as much or as little as you feel inspired to do:

pretend       friends      different       agent        hands 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t often try poetry, but felt like writing this today, looking at the picture particularly. Title comes directly from the quote and I managed to use all but one word. I’m going to post it as a separate post now, so it doesn’t get too lost on the page…