Browns Bookshop

millions of words all neatly filed silently shouting please try me , open my covers escape to my worlds i’m so small and neat you should buy me here i could browse linger ‘til i drowse under their awesome power. but I wonder if at night when they switch off the lights and the town begins to slumber, do all those words emerge, mutter, murmur and chunter practising their sounds a cacophony that rounds, bounds and re-bounds from the walls and ceilings; does the fiction vie with those works that try to instruct; does the times thunder at the sun then in solidarity combine against the shrill whine of the weeklies and monthlies, those frivolous glossies to whom they are certainly superior until just before the dawn, when the world starts to yawn they all silently glide, slither and slide back to their proper pages to wait with the patience of ages to lure and ensnare me millions of words all neatly filed silently shouting please try me , open my covers escape to my worlds i’m so small and neat you should buy me here i could browse linger ‘til i drowse under their awesome power.