There is a crack in the floor
where I keep them
un-touched
un-seen
pristine
secret words
incantations
bloodbone sigils
and tyme
If you look
you may never notice
you may never see
lines between wood slats or
hear those cracks that creak
to those that seek
the arcane divine
You come to me worn thin
gasping for air
and I
take you in
your feet in my rooms
on these floors
I do care
How can you know
what is just underfoot
that crack creaks as you pace
a bruise from the pressure
those poor hidden bits
just under the floor
yet painly they creak & squeak
of a tyme before
Look,
books everywhere
look everywhere but the floor
oh how that crack does creak
a crimson carpet to dampen the sound
keep those tenders shrouded
safe underfoot
You’ve taken up space so swiftly
the air is sweet of almonds and rose
thorn and husk
tread ever so lightly
ever so slowly in rooms
such as these
like the shadow of a thief
like a blanket of space without stars
like a sealed tomb
or
an ever scabbed scar
One book at a tyme
sit and ponder
words
lines
stories bound and glued
stitched and pressed
savour each as a moment's breath
hold each stanza
until you can bear it no longer
keep it
a moment more
then let go
succumb to the flow
The unseen unfurls for the patient reader
not the visitor keen to be seen
glass and lights, stage and curtain
arcane bits underfoot
between the lines
those cracks do creak
of tales n’ tyme
be forewarned
be kind
Here is a tightly bound book
inked parchments
a glyph at a tyme
bit-by-bit
inhale the pages
caress the ribbed spine
supple glove leather
soft and fine
gaze onto swirling words
feel the gravity of the arc
feel the lines
or
Pickle in the process
Pickle in the pages
word-by-word
Pickle in gloom or a room
or
Caress the worn corners
page-by-page
a lick to the finger
press firm
gain traction
push on through
the plot
introduction to bibliography
be true
swirling end pages heavy
and inked
gilt edge
fore-edging
the story untold
ever winding
reach
book-by-book
in a library
so old
A crack in the floor widens
should you read between those lines
its sub-text
sublime
feel the lush interior
of tender bits
pink as ink
preserved with tyme
secret songs sung
so sweet
your feet
set upon mine
Link to my YT page:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCBk3MjXsRH6L9S3IRhASklw
