Spines in Lines
Published in
Feb 3, 2021
A poem for unread books
Spines in lines,
And pages still,
Their promise unfulfilled.
Secrets kept,
In rows of text,
Just waiting to be spilled.
They stay just things,
Bought on a whim,
Until you spend the time.
With whispered words,
A universe,
That’s bound to change your mind.
Owain Roberts 2021
