April Anthology 2018: Bookworms (04/27)

I’m a book-dragon, increasing my hoard -

I was only a little wyrm once.

You taught me how ink held the wonder of word

Even while chickenscratch made me feel a dunce -

And those words I collected and wound round my neck,

Like jewels found everywhere (even in dreck);

And though our tastes have a great divergence

I still find myself with a soft resurgence

Of wonder

When under

The spell of a page

Next to you, bookish comrade -

The first I’ve had.