Beached in the Library

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”

7 thoughts on “Beached in the Library

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.