Sleeping in the Library
The house hums a harmony of children
settled in their occupations
and rain taps drumming thrumming
fingers on the roof
tapotement
a heater makes the air drowsy
as the book is savoured line by line
the sound salve
spreads
like an unguent
and sleep settles on my shoulders like paisley shawl
Comments
Ewan | April 6, 2008 - 08:53
As comfortable and cosy as a warm chair at a fireside.
Lovely poem.
Ewan
anipani | April 6, 2008 - 11:01
'hums a harmony of children' rare moments, but alovely line. Very capable of delivering the mood, lovely.