A Nook and a Storybook

A Nook and a Storybook What would I give for a nook and a book to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look the pages unfolding as I listened to the comforting song of a fast flowing brook. Oh, if it had pictures, a faraway place, mysterious villains, a dark alley chase I’d pick up the phone and I’d call in sick disappear in the mist, leave not a trace. What would I do to be captured by words impressed into service by pirates with swords, adrift without wind, current silently slow half crazed crew pacing the sun-baked dried boards. Perhaps of an evening a stroll on the beach salt, surf, and moonlight on ebony skin passion full sated on cooling hard sand last dream of the shanghaied seagoing men. What would I give for a storybook nook I’d offer it all the time that it took to take me away to wherever it would leave me enraptured by a murmuring brook. 4/15/2016 submitted to – What I Would Give For A Nook And A Storybook – Poetry Contest sponsor – Eve Roper