Possum Magic
By Alicia L
Published 9 September 2014
Hello book, sorrowful you seem to me
Forever-dormant, a prisoner in the clouds
Chained between your covers
Secrets waiting to be heard
Fear not for I shall free you
I look upon you wide-eyed, eyebrows raised
I cannot comprehend
The meaning of your lines
A book of squiggles and wiggles
There’s be and bee and see and sea
I have had you since I was 1
Pages curled, watermarked, tanned yellow pages
Cracking of joints with every page turned
And pain when I fractured your spine
You held my hand for all these years
You’ve educated and enlightened me
You’ve made me laugh and made me smile
Embraced me when I felt blue
I know you are always beside me
My taxi drive guiding me through life