Wonderful books

 There is always the wonderful world of books,

Where destiny is linear, straightforward, and good.

Words and characters, long resonating, may,

Play on my mind, for many a day.

Delighting in language, the world of words,

Each characters truth, is so keenly observed.

A word picture is painted, each dimension viewed,

There is no fairer art in all the world.

The strength of Jane Eyre, my very first heroine,

The passion of Jo, from my beloved "Little Women,"

With a dash of Ma, from, "Darling buds of May,"

I am on a windswept moor with Heathcliff today.

I've been on so many adventures today,

I've travelled back in time, to lands far away.

My favourite characters are closer than friends,

I've travelled with them, right to their end.

The secrets of every heart are made known,

With every intention and artifice shown.

Some villains are pitiful, their beginnings a curse,

Victims of circumstances, going from bad to worse.

Whilst reading, you can find me in blissful repose,

Snuggled with a book, I never want to close.

With "The Railway Children," transported back in time.

A fairer, gentler, place that's Lizzie Hexham kind.

Sometimes reflective, or stirred by the imagery,

Worming, in my book, I'm lifted from the ordinary.

"The Secret Garden," would be my favourite place,

With a book in my hand, and the sun upon my face.

Dawn Annette Montague 

24 November 2024