Post by johnwatts05 on Oct 2, 2015 18:33:38 GMT
LIGHT (or perhaps YESTERDAY) OCTOBER
The library has stood since Henry,s reign
four square against the scourge of time.
Over generations its fame has grown,
though lichen growth and winter storms
have dimmed the once light honey stone.
Now bright sun falls on a dark slated roof,
and sightless windows in grim grey walls.
It stands as always, unchanging ,timeless;
a sombre edifice, but, serene and sure.
I step from light to the dark shaded path
to reach a bleached grain iron-bound door.
Heavily opening, all creaks and groans,
I shuffle in blinking with sun blind eyes,
groping past rows of old leather tomes.
And then I turn to pristine splendour.
Sunlight streams through Gothic panes,
that bear the arms of ancient houses.
They turn its streams to coloured lances,
scattering gems across the floor, and
capturing motes in ceaseless dances.
All time waits, except the library clock,
tick tracking the golden summer beams;
they will gradually creep into the dark
to discover the shape of muted gleams.
J Watts 30 9 15