Today is Poetry Friday, and tomorrow is National Bookshop Day and these two things celebrate two of my very favourite things.
This week I had a day in the city, and I took a couple of hours to check out four bookshops. On a personal note I was delighted that three of them had Fly-In Fly-Out Dad, displayed face out (and multiple copies, too).
The fourth didn’t, but had two of my other bookbabies, so that was wonderful, too.
Anyway, I came home and I drafted this poem as a celebration of bookstores, and of their lovely staff.
A Note on Shopping
In supermarkets
people hurry
looking at lists
racing up and down aisles
or blocking them
to chat
‘Dreadful news.’
‘Had her baby’
‘Did you hear?’
In hardware stores
there are dusty aisles
bored looking
people who are NOT the ones
buying tools
and the staff never look
as happy
as they do
on those advertisements.
In bookshops though
there is
that new book smell
of unearthed treasures
awed hush
of discovery
excited squeals
and gasps
(not just
In the kids’ section)
and staff
who are happy
to come to work.
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2015)
If you are a bookseller, have a wonderful Bookshop Day tomorrow. Thank you for making the world a better place. And if you are a reader, why not take the time to visit your local bookshop.
And today, enjoy Poetry Friday. The roundup this week is at The Opposite of Indifference.