Books are Cold and Certain Friends

‘Les livres sont des amis froids et sûrs’ Victor Hugo

My friends are books:

Pages of paper

Sewn together,

Clothed in distinctive

Divergent covers.

Colourful volumes,

Weighty tomes,

Slim softbacks

Of poetry and stories

Crowd my shelves,

Clamour for attention,

Welcome me into their worlds.

But when I have read

The last page

And closed a book,

It is so hard to push

The cold pages

Back on a cramped shelf.

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