Bookshelf invitation – Magpie Tales

Magpie tales blog asked people to write a poem, or vignette based on this picture: To make it tougher, I gave myself thirty minutes. Here’s my response. Every book is unfinished. The secret’s out. There’s something lacking within, And they squat on the shelves going nowhere. Abandoned on the edge of the road. Mere objects…

The Narroways

In you went on foot, down two tight lanes,

ambling, sloping through the allotments,

each earth pocket nailed down like a promise,

with bramble and beanstalk to mark the bounds:

A hundred little empires of roll-ups and potatoes.