I'm part of the
indoor generation;cosy, sit by the fire
nation.you won't find us
at the clubor pub.
we are diving
head first
into the novelsand anthologies
that crowd our
shelves.we might be
tucked awayin a quaint,
local cafe,sipping on
earl grey.we might be
near the parkdoodling and
people watchinguntil dark.
you might even find us
in an art galleryquietly appreciating
the past's curiosity.we are truly content
being present
in the mundaneand ordinary,
so we shall stay indoors
in our cosy warmand lose ourselves
in tales and small histories.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.