Scenes From a Library
When spines of hardcover are marked with ink
upon their pages, old cedar drifts on
through brownish sheaths wrapped in pulp, distinct
with plots and main characters long forgone.
And my thoughts journey unto realms untold
entering regions from another time,
along a nook, books perch on shelves grown cold
yet, I linger on quotes, both raw and sublime.
The lamplight from the room glistens inside
to spark turn of scenes, a climax, an end,
while endless gasps roll on night’s ebbing tide
until the heroes’ plight I now befriend.
Near the door, Grandma calls a bit louder
in her library, we somewhat allow
flicks of reading, laughing; and just out there
meal is served . I leave this haven, for now.
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In The Library Contest, Isaiah Zerbst
8/12/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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