Opening your cover, I fall
into your leaves, cavort
within your canopy.
Peering from high pages
I penetrate horizons,
unveiling fresh perspectives.
I gasp for breath, my mouth
gapes as I drink them in.
I feel my glossary grin.
Amongst your paragraphs,
I find so many marvels
I’m made drunk and giddy.
In time, I turn to find
your spine, your trunk, that holds
these fruitful words together.
Downwards, I trace its bark,
descend its lines, to delve
the deep, dark earth’s embrace.
Following your fingers,
I find forgotten facts
indexed amongst fine roots.
Young sentences disperse,
spinning sycamore wings.
My entry for the poetry competition held by Hertfordshire Libraries this year to celebrate their 100 anniversary. The competition required submissions that were 100 words long.
(09.10.25)
Ode for the Day 
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