Friday, 13 April 2018

The Library


The Library

The silence is broken
Only one word has been spoken
Ssshhh!

The cough, the sneeze, thud and laughter titter
Is treated here like dropping litter

The smell of polished wood, leather top tables and dusty air make me sneeze
If I dare

Do I dislike being here?
On the contrary, I'm surrounded by my friends, the books
I'm in my world, in the library


 Christina Rowell





First posted August 2015

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