07 November 2018

Gone Swimming

Image result for red wagon

(Vintage 1930)




She slid into the book as if it were
a steaming whirlpool on a chilly day
Aahaah
or a cool pond on a very hot day
(She must revise as she is carried on).
The plot
kept her turning the pages and her head
kept time: slight left, slight right, then lift and turn.
Life-like,
fantastic—either would do, as long as
it wasn’t here and now—it wasn’t her life
unwrapped—
No, she liked travelling the only way
she could, page after page, day after day—
with the
library just ten blocks away. She used
her battered red wagon to carry her
books home
and back every Tuesday for fifty years
(or so), Tuesday the day it never closed
magic
this turn-around day, she reflected
and with a smile and sigh, she submerged.



For my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Reading Fiction



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© 2018 Susan L. Chast


14 comments:

Sumana Roy said...

And I love this Book-Worm and her ways. It may be me too. Such a feel good poem! Lovely.

annell4 said...

Delightful!!

Gillena Cox said...

"No, she liked travelling the only way
she could, page after page, day after day—
with the
library just ten blocks away."

Sooo cool. Happy Wednesday Susan

much love...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Stories in books, and the magic of a little red wagon--an unbeatable combination!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that carrying of books home for fifty years. Me, too, only it has been 65 years!

Old Egg said...

That sounds like the sister I never had. We were identical! My brother though wasn't bothered about reading at all.

said...

That opening image is it exactly.

rallentanda said...

Submerge is the right word.How fortunate we were to be able to dive into books.Enjoyed your poem.

Toni Spencer said...

The opening is perfect. I love the bring books home in the little red wagon.

Thotpurge said...

If only I had a battered red wagon!!! I just exchanged a huge load of books I'd read for new ones at my book store- including a couple of James Baldwins.

Kim Russell said...

This is such an enjoyable poem, Susan. I love the impetus and the breathlessness of the bookworm's journey, and the ending is so satisfying and satisfied!

Amit Agarwal said...

Lovely and lively! A book lover's delight in fact!

Peter Chast said...

Nailed it.

Familiar.
Escape,

to another place.

Sara McNulty said...

understood completely, the picture of the red wagon, whizzed me right back to childhood.