Stepladder up to the ceilings
Held with high reasons and feelings
The bookcase
Volumes of joy and pure leisure
State their case as printed pleasure
A bookworm
Shape a life into linked chapters
Mind and soul as truth extractors
His bookmarks
Many things he can’t quite discern
Unfinished business much to learn
To bookends
Legends fiction subconscious streams
Myths fantasy and vivid dreams
Of booklore
01st May 2020
Categories:
booklore, adventure,
Form: Verse
Nevermore
gently tapping
at my chamber door
came this bird
as one word..
the word seemed to say
not your old booklore
not some visitor
not the darkness there
not the whispered name..
but simply perching
and waiting..this word in
my silence..terrified..
I sat on my cushion
with my imaginings
with my memories
some perfumed..
and the word repeated
not these..not these..
a question arose
of biblical import
and in desperation
I implored about the
balm in Gilead..?
the word repeated..
upstarted I demanded
departure..leaving my
loneliness unbroken..
and even to this
the word repeated..
the word still sits
above my chamber door
awaiting my waking
from my life in shadow
floating on the floor...
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.. :)
Categories:
booklore, appreciation, depression, inspiration, repetition,
Form: Blank verse