M'lady's Books

She sees the world a-color

In contrasting, vibrant hues;

She hears the words, the whispers,

Some conversation, clues;

In common time, she loves to rhyme,

To wordsmith, and to muse;

The characters breathe life,

But the plot she must refuse.

She cares not what the people did,

But why things came to be;

Be damned the timeline or the news,

For motive is the key;

And dialogue is for the dogs;

Just tell her what they see.

So, give her not a novel;

Instead, a character study.