The Reading Child: Hour 22

She climbs the books like mountains –
picking her way through phrases
as she would a rugged path –
stepping up and over sentences –
as she makes her careful way.
Now and again she pauses to examine
a word – lifting it into the sun
to watch it shine.
She tucks it carefully into her pocket –
still warm against her skin –
to keep her company
on her gradual ascent.

2 thoughts on “The Reading Child: Hour 22

  1. This poem is beatifully written, in my head I walk along a beach I’ve walked on a hundred times before collecting sea glass, shells and treasure.

    The opening line is striking and made me want to read more.

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