I Love

I Love . . . to snuggle in my bed, no one around, the purring of my cat the only sound. And whether near a window streaming light or with a lamp nearby me late at night, I hold within my hands all boredom’s cure, for I’m embarking on a magic tour. I might be visiting a queen and king while on my way to find a hidden ring. Dark knights attack. Before the tale is done, I am a hairy hobbit on the run! Fear, though, is addicting. Oh, heart be still! I’m chased through pages of a book. The thrill! So many kinds of places I can go. So many kinds of characters to know. To ancient times on any given day I might end up and then be swept away. . . a slave girl who is yearning for the chance to be set free and even find romance! At other times, I’m in a mystery or in a crazy person’s mind I’ll be! When lost in a good plot, I just can’t wait to finish up and know my hero’s fate. To live another life I only need to open up a book and start to read! Written Feb. 20, 2017 Now used for Maureen McGreavy's What I Love Poetry Contest