The Bookshop

Stepping across the portal
there they are, colourfully
jacketed, neatly arrayed
clamouring to be held,
the literate, creative products
of many minds, a booklover's
magical landscape of bound
promises, reviewed and rated,
awaiting the possession of
caring eyes, eager minds and
impressionable sensibilities.
They beckon, irresistibly,
and we hover, anxious to lose
ourselves in those worlds
of expressive words.