This was the result, of the prompt, (an inscription in an old book":-
A Connection to the Past
The cover stained, page edges foxed
A history waiting to be unboxed,
For me, the pages of a volume such as this
Will always speak so loud and lead to an abyss
Where I become as one with the narrative within
And lose myself to some adventure waiting to begin.
And then I think of others who have held this work before
Having found its heroines and heros on some far, far, foreign shore
Did they read it to forget some dismal, dreary task
Or maybe, like me, it was simply to be enjoyed – why ask?
For reading is a pleasure, an indulgence to revere;
A diversion from whatever life brings, a new frontier.
But the greatest pleasure an old book can bring at last
Is to find a pale inscription, a connection to the past.
Basically I was at a loose end for an hour or so and wanted to try this. It is a first draft, almost straight from the pen (well the keyboard anyway) although I did google a couple of synonyms to help. Actually I quite like it and may find myself doing more in which case this blog could well be resurrected. I would like that.