Sheltering from the rain,
boffins in halfmoon glasses
sniff musky tomes in secret.
Retired fingers search for life
amongst the faded pages of obscurity.
Tight lipped librarian
squeaks across the polished floor
and glares at him who dares to cough.
"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh"!
so carefully written piece..
ReplyDeleteSSsssssh, I am reading and listening to the sound of the words.
keep it up.
Nicely done. Enjoyed the piece. Sinffing musky tomes in secret.. almost sexy...
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Luke @ WordSalad
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http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/2010/05/28/160/
http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/2010/05/16/alice/
http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/2010/11/10/epithet/
There is always life in a book, real nice work!
ReplyDeletelovely..
ReplyDeleteI love libraries and the enforced quiet :)
ReplyDeleteI really liked this poem.
week 12 potluck is open,
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OY!!! Don't know about YOUR libraries, but OUR libraries (Wirral) haven't enforced the 'shush!' rule for years and years, attract all sorts of people and have LOADS of gorgeous new books coming in all the time! Nice pome, but please change title to 'The Library 1910' *shakes fists... but in a friendly way*
ReplyDeleteVery well expressed.. :)
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I loved your work :)
Happy Holidays!
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