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Detained by magic pages
by
Rhona Aitken

 
I dusted the book-shelf, moving this to there,
and sometimes back again,
adjusting sizes, but somehow,
when it comes to books
just moving them
is not enough.
Books are there to quietly detain
as hands are there to handle,
turning magic pages.
Multi-coloured bindings hold secrets,
stories, poems, anecdotes
of lives from different worlds.

I'm beside the Ganges;
I can smell spiced air.
Such a fantasy supersedes the duster,
radiates an ordinary day
with gentle literacy,
the piracy of pages turned
by a happy prisoner.
--Submitted by rhonasheridan on 2014-04-24.
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