I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph;
I can’t bear to give books away,
Craving their mute, faceless pages
And the familiar aroma
Of their guts
That reminds me of tidewater –
Fake memories on a breeze –
With a hint of wisteria.
I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me
That I am beached in the library
Of my penetralia.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016”
writing in north norfolk 
This made me smile. 🙂
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🙂
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I can relate!!! Brilliant writing Kim =)
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It’s a common ‘complaint’! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
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Fantabulous! 🌹
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My father was a history bibliotaph, and I too, when I had the space to be one.
Lovely use of the words.
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Thank you!
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