A Nook and a Storybook
I rested my head in the nook of aunt's elbow and heard fairy tales
I travelled to the land of Cinderella's and Twelve Dancing Princesses
Dreamt of playing with friendly talking birds and sitting on big tortoises
Hansel and Gretel were so real that I craved for their chocolate houses
As a teen I sought solitude and refuge in the nook of my tree-house
Playing deaf to the calls for meals and incomplete homework from the main-house
Romancing the castles with Cartland, shrieking wildly in Archie's mad-house
Thrillers of Chase and giggles of Schoolgirls kept me awake in my book-house
With age I left the warm nook of my aunt and tree-house for snuggles in bed
Turning pages of Hardy's and Holt's till the pale light of dawn turned into red
At times I flew with the poets and touched the starry heavens where angels tread
Or sighed with Cressida's and Hamlet's, pined and died in their tumultous bed
Emulating my loving aunts' passion for reading was freedom of thought
Art of holding books between the thumb and little finger was sweetly taught
My world opened with fairy tales giving birth to dreams was food for thought
Delightful reads in my Camelot helped me to build my own school of thought
18 syllables in each line
Judged on May2, 2016
For Laura Loo
Second Chance Only 2
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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