My Brand New Writing Book

I’ve got a brand new writing book.
I hug it to my chest.
I breathe in tales of lost and found,
Of mystery and quest.

I bend my head down closer still
To catch a whispered word -
A secret plot, a magic spell,
A message overheard.

I lift it up and gently blow.
A rush of air sweeps past
And on it bobs a pirate ship,
Torn sails and battered mast.

I hold the book against my eye
And take a peep inside.
Riders race against the storm
And fiery stars collide.

A dragon flies across the sky,
A bear pounds over snow,
A princess tames a monster, cursed
By witches long ago.

The stories bump and jostle
Through the pages, clean and white.
I take a breath, pick up a pen
I’m ready now to write.