“There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away”
On this October day, when the sun still holds sway
over winter’s dark dominion,
and light and shadow play
over golden leaves and feathered pinion
the pages of my book glow, too,
(or at least that’s my opinion)
as if the magic’s drifting through.
I’ll travel off into space
or to an unknown archipelago,
I’ll fly, gallop, or pace–
in prose today to Moscow–
there I’ll linger, dream, and smile
and perhaps stay there for awhile
on this October day
with a book, carried away.
I had posted the photo with the Dickinson quote on Instagram, but here’s the poem to go with it. This is for dVerse, Open Link Night.