Storytime

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A crackling fire, a comfy chair?
It may be warm outside
But I know a story that will take you there.
To a castle on the edge of the Fall
Within a dragon’s wingbeat
Of the end of the world.
To the first meeting
With the love of your life,
Who becomes vivid and real
As you read the words in the story.
To a bloody dagger, a world-weary hero,
A femme fatale, a smoking gun.
A passport to any place or time,
Far into any future
Or plumbing the gories of Ancient Rome.
Leave behind your cares, escape your worries.
Wherever you want to roam
I know a story that will take you there.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Library

Big story book
What tales you have told.
You have shown me the heavens,
What wonders it holds.
What marvels and mysteries,
What dreams and delights,
From the smallest of stones
To the highest of heights.
From the ancient civilisations
Romans and Royals,
To the low and the lowborn
The servant and sold.
Beautiful story book
Of the brave and the bold,
Those damsels and dragon
With tales still untold.

© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 12 March 2014

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The Library

Day 6 of the 30 Reblogs of November and the first poem that I shared, that was a piece of work from the University study module that I completed last year. I’m still trying to cure myself of the poetry bug it re-infected me with.

Made of sticks and stones

The Library

 

Big story book

What tales you have told.

You have shown me the heavens,

What wonders it holds.

 

What marvels and mysteries,

What dreams and delights,

From the smallest of stones

To the highest of heights.

 

From the ancient civilisations

Romans and Royals,

To the low and the lowborn

The servant and sold.

 

Beautiful story book

Of the brave and the bold,

Those damsels and dragon

With tales still untold.

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