A Library Muse

I walked along white wire shelves

The echo of typing plastic keys

Glided through desert air.

I stood and stopped, started I guess you might say.

Authors that have once given and taken

From this world lay around me.

The shelves were full with them.

Their names sent chills down my spine

All now forced into a spine of their own.

One by one, thy sat in a line

Their muses intertwined

A mesh of inspiration and unseen promises

Now neatly printed and pressed between

Plastic filmed hard covers.

Will they leave their spines and

Come and join me?

I’ll come back with you-

Between my own hard covers

With a plastic film.

I just want to have a timid spine

To sit on a wire shelf.

Perhaps to mesh with other muses

That have gone before me?

But no, they live on-

Keep me company,

I’ll send you home soon enough.

 

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

I like how you've written this - the slow pace is reminscent of walking around a library, and the humble tone really demonstrates your desire to be amongst the 'Greats'.
It can be very intimidating to scan the bookshelves and start thinking about the people behind the words, and where they are now and how many there are of them and how you'll never read them all...

A good, understated piece.
Thanks for sharing it.

p.s.
"One by one, thy sat in a line" (thy = they?)

[Abby G.]

You must love the library : ) I'm glad that you were able to put into words the feeling that people should get when they walk along the long aisles of books.