I think that if I ever did
manage
manage
to get something
into that illustrious book shop...
into that illustrious book shop...
....you know the one I mean
where they have soft sofa's
and cushions made from retro ladies'
retro frocks...
retro frocks...
I should find myself
in the skinny poetry book section
next to Peter Reading
or at least nearby..
..name beginning with an S and all that.


I'm not much of a poet, but I have no problem seeing the poetry in that sofa - it tells a whole tale all by itself.
ReplyDeleteI think of all the mag pie tales I have read today I like this one the best. There have been those from longing to horror but you express a hope and a desire. Not for anything great but a book written by your own hand that others can pull of the shelf and read, enjoy over a coffee and maybe even purchase.
ReplyDeleteI like that kind of desire. One of the happiest moments I had a while back was seeing my books on a library shelf well worn and read. That one single moment made all the effort worth it and I hope much more than the same for your desire, Gerry.
Enjoyed the gentle wit!
ReplyDeleteHope I end up next to Rimbaud.
I love it! I think you SHOULD have a book of poetry (or do you already & I've just missed it?).
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful, Gerry. LOL. I've read it three times, now. A lovely feel to this.
ReplyDeleteYummy image, as well. : )
Mine are probably now lined up in some Outer Hebridean Charity shop.
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, a little unusual and very endearing.
ReplyDeleteMy view of that sofa and the four poems I have read on various blogs (all equally interesting) was soon overtaken by that exquisite china and that equally exquisite scone and jam!
ReplyDeleteI never thought about where I'd be in the book store....an yes, that poetry section is particularly skinny isn't it.
ReplyDeleteAn inspired write and a pleasure to read. (Could just do with the tea and scones!)
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]