Sunday, February 3, 2013

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


Blogger Hedgi said...

I love it! "Oil on canvas plots" love it!

2/03/2013 6:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nicely written piece!
McGuffy's Reader

2/03/2013 7:20 PM  
Blogger Wander said...

Wow...I at first viewed this on blogger mobile... way different the line structure was brutalized... web version much better... nice poem

2/03/2013 11:18 PM  
Blogger Lady In Read said...

the images your words made me visualize - awesome..

2/04/2013 2:29 AM  
Blogger Berowne said...

Sharp and artful; well done...

2/04/2013 6:56 AM  
Blogger Helen said...

Love that you focused on the sensory experience provided by a library.
So true.

2/04/2013 12:13 PM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful Phil...I read it out loud...twice...

2/04/2013 5:32 PM  
Blogger Lyn said...

Really beautiful..simply in a class by itself..

2/04/2013 5:37 PM  
Blogger Kathe W. said...

beautiful words for the keeper of books

2/04/2013 7:33 PM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

Wonderful description! Books do have a comforting smell.

Regarding your comment: It would be pretty "Hard Luck" if you missed the encyclopedias...

2/05/2013 2:00 PM  
Blogger Karen S. said...

You have written from my dreams here! Bravo!

2/06/2013 11:45 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home

11,041 vagabonds plus:
Free Hit Counters
Web Counters

All original designs and text created by the author of this blog, Phil L., are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike3.0 License. All other materials remain the property of their respective owners and/or creators, unless of course they are part of the public domain.