A Poem – “Like Nancy Drew”

Twisted candles, cinnamon toast

Books with yellow spine

My name inside

(I’d written there)

When I was young and the world was mine.

Beneath the pine, on needles there

Each afternoon, I’d hide

The mysteries of a simpler life

Would ebb and flow

In a narrative tide.

As shadows fell across the page

A ribbon held my place

Carried home on storied wings

Dreams of candle wax

And cinnamon on my face.

4 comments

  1. Loved Nancy Drew. Read every book. And escape, to be sure, but also a model of what a self-assured, motivated, and organized young woman could accomplish. Not sure I had any of those three, but a girl can dream!

    Rebecca Smith 541.944.6339 Sent from my iPhone

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