Inside Out
As Groucho Marx noted,
"inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
I have not tried that location, but I have read
under blankets, flashlight spotlighting the page.
Inside the book's covers,
words ferried me out of my suburban bedroom,
ran me through London streets,
shot me up icy Alps, set me gently down
in meadows of dancing reeds.
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Thanks for stopping by Amputated Moon. I like where the prompt took you-- reminded me of my daughter one weekend when I banned her from reading and then found her reading under her blankets, in the bathroom, and in the closet.
ReplyDeleteYour words encapsulate the experience of reading. I especially like the use of "ferried" .
ReplyDeleteLinda