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
.
6 comments:
Love this poem. LOVE it!
Lovely poem and lovely shelves:)
Thanks, Susie :)
Jan, I need a Poem for the Week for this new weekly event: http://balsallheathlibrary.inbrum.co.uk/poetry-in-residence-drop-in/
Can I use Old Books again?
Please do, Chris. Delighted to help.
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