Monday, 4 February 2013

The Book Of Love (A Magpie Tale)

A Magpie Tale

Sometimes I think I can see the shadows 
of the glitterball 
as I flick through the Non-fiction books

I can still hear the echoes
of the music
but no one turns to look

at the ghosts of the dancers as they step out
from the shadows
 and they pick up and move to the beat

to the dewey-decimal two-step
as it echoes
till the lady at the desk hears their call

and turning her pages
she fixes her glasses
and shushes them back to the wall

(this poem is inspired by the fact that my parents met at a dance-hall that is now a library)


Berowne said...

Ingenious and smart...

The Bug said...

I like it - cool story about your folks (mine met at church - yawn).

Helen said...

In a word ... wonderful!

Heather said...

That's a long journey from dance hall to library...

And I really enjoyed the touch of history.



Heather said...

(Oops. I just commented as my DIL. I am actually Sue from Sue's News Views 'n Muse.)

Tess Kincaid said...

Love how you saw a glitterball...

~T~ said...

What fun family history! I'd like to learn the dewey decimal two step.

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

thanks all for visiting