This poem was originally published on 7 March 2013. It appears in my debut anthology Wildflower Sea available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo Books.
I am a book Residing in that section With the books no one reads As no one wants to With dust collecting Hidden in the darkness Beneath other books Until one young inquisitive little child Comes along and picks me out - dusts me off And opens the pages And then cherishes every word Of every line of every page Of every chapter I was a book Residing in the darkness With old yellow pages And a withering and fading cover With years of layers of dust Giving me a new cover With old cobwebs dangling For even the spiders scuttled off Because they were afraid They had felt the haunting aura That goes with the cover of each book And it was like a Basilisk - Had attacked them I was a book That hadn't seen the light of day For years Until that child with an innocent mind And caring hands Pulled me from out of the stack of books With a determination That accompanies the wonderful curiosity That children have And took me to a corner And bathed me in the dim light of a candle Bathed me The light was blinding But it was beautiful