the old place
Splintered miniature burgundy drawers
punch cards undecipherable
inhale beyond the periodicals
papyrus scented, leather bound
most by the dead, some newly pressed
still warm to the touch
Dusted, no fingerprints
peel back the skin
smell the brittle pages
water-colored landscapes
cloaked in oil-on-canvas plots
for the ages
photo: Central Library
Manchester, U.K.
~by Robin Gosnall
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11 Comments:
I love it! "Oil on canvas plots" love it!
Nicely written piece!
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Wow...I at first viewed this on blogger mobile... way different the line structure was brutalized... web version much better... nice poem
the images your words made me visualize - awesome..
Sharp and artful; well done...
Love that you focused on the sensory experience provided by a library.
So true.
Beautiful Phil...I read it out loud...twice...
Really beautiful..simply in a class by itself..
beautiful words for the keeper of books
Wonderful description! Books do have a comforting smell.
Regarding your comment: It would be pretty "Hard Luck" if you missed the encyclopedias...
You have written from my dreams here! Bravo!
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