Friday, 2 March 2012

In Praise of Books

Old Books by Jan Jones

soft feathery pages
fat with words
overflowing with memories

how long since I read you
since I absorbed you into my consciousness
to be gently, insidiously, edged to the archive shelves of my mind

you fit easily to my hand
fall open as I blow off the dust
I smile
and curl into the library chair
melting back in time


D.J. Kirkby said...

Love this poem. LOVE it!

Susie Vereker said...
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Susie Vereker said...

Lovely poem and lovely shelves:)

Jan Jones said...

Thanks, Susie :)

ffewsh said...

Jan, I need a Poem for the Week for this new weekly event:

Can I use Old Books again?

Jan Jones said...

Please do, Chris. Delighted to help.