For them the day could never end too soon
To find a way to escape from the gloom
And hide away to their favorite place
So they jumped inside their big air balloon
And only bringing their most precious things
The Books filled with Words that made their heart sing
A basket of treats, a hot pot of tea
Mind, body and soul, this nourishment brings
Up, up and away, these two friends depart
‘Til landing upon their tree’s secret heart
A sweet libr’y home where they could be free
To read, dream, write – poetic counterparts.
I missed the deadline for Hélène’s “What Do You See Challenge” last week that featured the lovely picture above. I forgot it was due Monday so this poem remained marinating in my brain slowly turning into the rubaiyat form for Frank’s challenge at dVerse. (Feedback on this one would be appreciated as well!)
But this rubaiyat would not have fully come into being without a conversation I had with another lovely poet about our mutual history of library hiding. My deepest gratitude goes out to Gina who has been an inspiration and support in my writing and life journey. Thank you, dear friend! We shall run and find a library to hide in soon!
©️ iido 2019