Rachel Amey

November 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

The lady from the Library
The lady from the
library
Glides with grace and
feeds me
with words and
pictures

the children’s space
is haunted by a soft and loving
stuffed puma toy this
week
last week it was a
parrot
repeat after me
the windows are high
the bureaucracy not
strong enough
to stifle the love
they have for learning
– in alphabetical
order, of course.

(who says that
a has to come first, b
just behind, c coming next, d, etc…..
who started that game?
I imagine it was someone
whose name began with
A. Or a very , very nervous Z)

the lady in the
library
wears the dress that’s
in the picture on her wall
red makes her feel at
home
but she restricts it
to linings
and the occasional
scarf

the lady in the
library
carries a bag
too small for books
and travels by
bus in her heels

the lady in the
library
arrived with a bruised
face
and carried on as
normal
answering enquiries
with a twisted smile

the lady in the
library
is known in the small
town
and escapes out of
bounds
to have a glass of
wine on her own
with her lunch on
a Friday.

I met her there, once
She asked me not to
say

SShhhh said the lady
from the library

I’m not supposed to do
this
You must not see me
here

And faded quite away

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