Flushed cheeks,
beating heart,
eyes consuming
words at the
speed of imagery….
I peer unashamed
through a keyhole cut
from an author’s blood.
Inside a book
there are no
frenzied clocks
ticking life into
digital slots…
only the mana
of escape crafted
from drops of ink.
Pages draw my eyes
to a horizon I never
thought I’d see.
It is a world I can explore
from a lamp lit corner
unconcerned I prefer
seclusion to the cacophony
of voices stealing patience
by a theater of absurd.
Comments
This was neat, I am trying to think which author I would like to visit. Mark Twain or Charles Dickens (right now I'm reading Leslie Meier). It would work for an artist as well.
..
of escape crafted
from drops of ink."
luv so much those precious lines
much love...
Thank you for the challenge, Susie!!