Just a Book?
It’s a letter in a bottle
bobbing blindly in the sea,
it’s a verdant leaf in summer
hanging halfway up a tree,
it’s a pebble sleeping softly
in a gently flowing brook
but it’s never, no it’s never,
no it’s never just a book.
It’s the topping on your pizza
as it sits upon your plate,
it’s the fish that you’ve been after
as you hook it with your bait,
it’s a cupboard of ingredients
all waiting for the cook
but it’s never, no it’s never,
no it’s never just a book.
It’s a soldier in a battle
as he launches a grenade,
it’s a hunter in a forest
as she sharpens up her blade,
it’s a playmate, it’s a bully,
it’s a policeman, it’s a crook
but it’s never, no it’s never,
no it’s never just a book.
It’s a parcel of ideas,
it’s a package full of tools,
it’s a field full of freedom,
it’s a folder full of rules,
it’s a fancy flight of fantasy
so come and have a look -
see it’s never, no it’s never,
no it’s never just a book!
(published in I Don't Like Poetry)