Turning Pages

[Tinker]

Turning Pages

The clock ticks past one AM,
eyelids droop closed,
my iPad slips off the pillow.
I remove my glasses,
slip further under the covers
and put aside the drama
of a war long passed.

But, will her flyboy return?
Will both girls escape
from the bomb-collapsed basement?
Maybe just one more chapter.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder

[badger11]

Nicely compact Judi. How we get hooked into the life of 'fiction'! The nag of the narrative keeping us awake...what happens next...such an effective device😂

Bw

Phil

[Terry A]

Hi Judi, missed this one somehow. You don't need the line 'on which it was propped'- too much detail. In this poem, you most certainly capture the allure of well-written fiction.  

[Tinker]

Thanks for reading, Badge and Terry,  and I think you are right Terry.   The removal of the line even smooths the rhythm.  Thanks,  ~~Judi