Nov 2013
The books whisper,
Painting pictures in empty air.
Spinning a spell around the heart,
Sticky as a spider's web.
Preserved like fresh flowers,
Memories cling to the printed page.
Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells,
Left between the covers.
A thousand unknown stories,
Strange and familiar,
Terrible and beautiful,
Filling the silence with words.
Comforters,
Companions in loneliness,
Keepers of secrets,
Speakers of truth,
Words are immortal.
Painting pictures in empty air.
Spinning a spell around the heart,
Sticky as a spider's web.
Preserved like fresh flowers,
Memories cling to the printed page.
Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells,
Left between the covers.
A thousand unknown stories,
Strange and familiar,
Terrible and beautiful,
Filling the silence with words.
Comforters,
Companions in loneliness,
Keepers of secrets,
Speakers of truth,
Words are immortal.
This found poem was inspired by favourite novel of all time: Inkheart. I first read it when I was 8 years old. This book instilled a love of writing within me and an obsession with the beauty of words and the power of stories. If you have not read this book, you must! Even today it remains my absolute favourite book. One that has literally defined the course of my life and gave me this passion for the written word. It is a powerful art that I am working each and everyday to craft.
