28 July 2012
Fingers dancing down the spines: A game of pick and choose. In a library, such as mine, It's not a game to lose.
Red, then blue, then ivory, A colour scheme of spines, Some an individual, Some in series' lines.
A group of guilty romances, A shelf of sci-fi gore, Another group of teen fiction... Another shelf: there's more!
Nails tapping hard-backed books, Unordered, yet in scores, It's my room and they're my books, So I'll lay down the laws!
The top-most-top of all the shelves: Is home to all the best; A sixteen-series red-backed score, A hive of wild unrest.
The second shelf? A mish-mash, Some teen, some old, some young; Yet all united underneath- My favourite mother tongue.
A sudden whoop! I've found the one! The book I want to read! A yellow-orange paperback, That offers all that I need.
It's There... Somewhere. • Opuss № I