I have languished for too long a time
twixt mighty tomes and books of rhyme,
mixed with The Brothers Karamazov
met Madame Bovary, visited Vanity Fair,
saw What Katy Did and did so love Jane Eyre
(oh I dreamt of that woman,
Imagined her in robes of virgin white,
face lullabied in loose brown hair) –
she once so well read so now edgeworn
with crumpled spine and pages torn.
But I am made of stronger stuff and stand erect,
slip cased hard backed, so very fine.
Unread I have stood the test of time,
yet yearn for men to turn my page,
read the secrets hid between my lines,
savour boards unhinged from once sturdy spine
as those hungry for my words
find wonder 'neath my pristine cover
as they hungrily turn leaf on leaf, beguiled.
those wonderful wonderful bibliophiles.
Anna’s task at dVerse is to write a poem imagining oneself as an object. She writes:
"My name is Anna Elizabeth Graham and I’m your host today for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft. I am asking you to experience what Coleridge called, ‘a sort of transfusion and transmission of my consciousness to identify myself with the object’. Along these lines you may write a persona poem, an ode to an object, about the concept of negative capability or demonstrate it in other ways. Use another’s language, world view, turn of phrase, or style. And in the words of Mary Oliver, ‘I would rather see an ambitious though rough poem than a careful and tame poem’ so be brave and take some risks today."
Nothing came to mind when first reading the prompt, but when out in the great outdoors today (with no pen or notebook) I began to imagine myself as an unread book and above is a as much as remembered draft of my thoughts.
Not certain it is what Anna had in mind – but I hope so!
Image: courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Maciej Szczepaniak