The whisper of forbidden words ...

On my way to the meeting, I was snared by a book shop - 

The twilight street was empty - 

A weathervane reflected fading sunlight - 

A youth idled in the Ottoman Kebab - 

Dorset Books was closed - 

I wondered what obscure volumes it might contain - 

I pictured a dark interior, a figure bent over the counter, a clock ticking in the shadows - 

Once inside, I would inhale the scent of yellowed pages - 

I would hear the whisper of forbidden words - 

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Wednesday 13 September 2017

Blandford Forum