Cindy is known for her energy and enthusiasm, but when it comes to reading in bed, she has the same problem I do. She does a lovely shout-out for my latest book, but I think it’s putting her to sleep (lol). I hope you enjoy her poem.
Ducks in a Row
My books are bought and piled up in perfect order like ducks in a row.
I twitter my way through the word press maze. The day is done, so I wash my face, brush my teeth, get my jammies on and crawl into bed...
Eric has a style of poetry all his own. I hope you enjoy his take on the challenge!
A new pile, a cut above the old, both merged, size matters, trouble is Mr McCartney I kept dipping in, book shelves rearranged, well the ones to hand, the read, the part through, the to be, the new, now all equally within reach, all bought for a reason, some I remember, some I haven’t a clue, yes I do, titles on past present lists, interest piqued through online and newspaper reviews – and some because I know you!
And what about my Kindle, well I once had one, an early one at that, gave it to my youngest grandson, he’s into retro, got most of my old gadgets, thinks it cool I had them when expensive and new…
Chelsea offers up a short poem on her multi-layered TBR pile. I could post the whole poem here, but she’s worth a visit. A very funny lady who hosts a weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. It’s a hoot if you want to join in.
The tow’r beside my bed, you see is quite the work of art attempting to break all the charts for manmade apogees….
Ack, I meant this to post at 9AM and scheduled it for 9PM! But oh, are you in for a treat! Master storyteller Teagan Geneviene outdid herself with this one. Enjoy!
Theatre of Bardic Rumination
The letter came at last. On the back of the envelope was a blob of green wax, sealed with the royal crest. Beulah Andraste swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. Hands shaking, she ripped the paper while trying to open the missive.
“Look at you, woman!” Beulah’s reflection chided her. “Nervous and weak-kneed as a girl. You’re teasing yourself. What foolishness for you to apply to be the Great Drake’s reader. You already know that envelope contains a rejection. And worse still to be accepted! As soon as your dried-up old voice creaks, the old serpent will roast and eat you.”
“Don’t be silly,” she told herself.
“Silly? You know there is a reason why there are frequent calls for new readers! And just look at you. The Great Drake collects more than just books. It hoards beautiful things. Shiny new, pretty things. You are old and disgusting,” came the reflections of her true thoughts.
Turning her back, the old woman walked stiffly to her table. She glanced at the single bookcase that held her treasures — twenty or so books that she had read dozens of times.
She had not applied in hope of the posh accommodations, or the status and admiration accorded the royal readers. No, Beulah simply desired to read the books amassed by the Great Drake. She sat down on the hard chair and perused the letter beneath the royal seal. She gasped!
“Beulah Andraste, your application has been processed. You have been…