the anticipation
of a new story
grows
the rising smell
of ink and parchment
permeates
the feel of that
crisp creamy paper
entices
it's a drug to me
a compulsion
an addiction
it's freedom
it's seduction
it's enthrallment
it is yon bonny road
that steals away the concept of self
which winds its way
around my mind
like Fáfnir with his hoard
braiding itself into my consciousness
I wouldn't save myself if I could
instead, I feed, I feast
I devour the word-filled pages
licking my metaphoric lips
I catch every last drop
sated yet ever hungry
I crave for more
only another
ensorcelled soul
can comprehend the power of a book
© obsidiantears83 (2009)
I think i nearly captured it...
"yon bonny road" - poem quoted by J.R.R. Tolkien in his essay entitled "On Fairy Stories"..
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