Mr Book

Mr Book

Mr Book

Started talking to me

Reading the many books pages

It was a mystery to me

Reading through his glass monocle

A moustache made up of an open book

A beard, eyes and lips

Made of many books and well worn pages

Mr Book

Spoke to me for ages

Telling me fairytales, a little Shakespeare, Tolstoy and a bit of Charles Dickens and The Brontë sisters

So many books he read

Twirling around my head

Losing all sense of time

As I write poetry and rhymes

Mr Book

Read quietly to himself

Taking a book off the crowded bookshelf

He had so much knowledge

He had lived for so long

As long as stories and tales had begun

Every day he found a new one

Addicted to books

Changing his look with a different book

As he travelled through time

He read every line

He had no concept of time

He wished me good luck

He promised one day

He would read my poetry book

Until then, he would travel through his books

I wouldn’t know where Mr Book would next pop up

I am curious as I pick up an old book

I first take a sneaky look

One day Mr Book may pop up

Reading my poetry book

Toria

18/1/2023