wood smoke
Wood smoke that’s a nice smell isn’t it? That's a nice smell isn't it? I proffered as I approached the two old ladies Seated close together opposite the woodburner behind the low table at the end of a cabin The table where you pay for the books I had four clutched to my breast Taken from the giant book sale in the potting shed across the garden path. Where do you pay for the books? A tall man had earlier asked me Or at least he asked someone as he stood there in his pastel coloured Sunday rambling attire And I was there In the other hut I assume I shrugged He followed me there hesitating for a moment as the handle resisted my efforts. A sharp tug and we were in. Such an enchanting space. A narrow wooden cabin lined with books. Yes it is One of the old ladies replied A comforting sort of smell Yes it is I said I don’t know why? I added exhilarated to meet someone else who found it so That this was not necessary struck me in an...