Book Shop (poem)

I push the heavy wooden door
The bell tinkles
It’s cool and gloomy inside
The small windows rationing daylight
The silence reverential
As though a place of worship
People quietly browse the shelves
Glancing at titles
Examining covers
Their quest knowledge
or escapism?

copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley

The independent book shop I visited as a child seemed a magical place, I was an avid reader and opening the door was like opening a treasure chest.  Fond memories.  These days, the independent book shop is something of an archaic relic.

via Archaic — Prompts – The Daily Post


4 comments on “Book Shop (poem)”
  1. Hi Karen I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. If you wish to participate here is the link to my post.

    I just saw the movie the Bookshop this afternoon and this poem connected with me.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Karen says:

      Ah thank you, that is really kind of you. I’m a little behind on my nominations but will get there in the end!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. AlienIdeology says:

    I definitely had similar experiences though I was born after 2000.

    Liked by 1 person

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