Vad händer när man öppnar en bok?

Ramlade över en liten dikt, skriven av den brittiska författaren Julia Donaldson, en dikt som (för ovanlighetens skull) tilltalade mig direkt. Därför delar jag den med er!

I Opened a Book

I opened a book and in I strode

Now nobody can find me.

I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,

My town and my world behind me. 

I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,

I’ve swallowed the magic potion.

I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king

And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends.

I shared their tears and laughter

And followed their road with its bumps and bends

To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came.

The cloak can no longer hide me.

My chair and my house are just the same,

But I have a book inside me.