I like my books clean, fresh and crisp

With no crooks, tears or bends.

And then one day reading H G Well’s Invisible Man

I thought “why not, it’s mine and no one else’s”.

So I wrote, first on the margins

Then I employed parenthesis for poignant paragraphs,

Enclosed eloquent verse with quotation marks,

Underlined sound sentences with fine lines,

Drew elaborate ellipses round pearls of wisdom

And now, when you flick through,

You see Wells and I in animated conversation.


My hand still trembles putting fresh ink on old ink

But I’ve got a big shelf and more conversations to have…