Poetry: The Librarian by David Bankson

Our poem today comes from our Poet of the Month, David Bankson. It’s easy to see why he’s heralded as a great poet.

David Bankson

 

David is a full-time autodidact with a lifelong passion for poetry, philosophy, and linguistics. His works have been featured online at Thank you for Swallowing, Walking is Still Honest, and Indiana Voice Journal. His greatest influences are John Ashbery and William Carlos Williams, though he’s secretly quite fond of Shel Silverstein. More of his work can be found at https://www.facebook.com/davidthewordsmith

 

 

 

The Librarian

“The final book is closed,” she confesses

through cupped and quivering hands, hands

possessed of ancient force and fury.

But that force – that fury – drained

into a thin cup upon her fireplace mantle.

It brims,

overflows,

spilling

anxious mist across the floor

of her emptied library corridor.

 

In all my times here, I’ve never seen this

cup

before, the way it hangs

over her,

over her hearth,

disconnected and

alien, shaky

and unfamiliar,

pliable yet untouchable,

as if protected

in the vacuum

chamber of a bell jar.

 

It does not belong, but it’s not

what matters;

one cannot scratch a message

in the margin

when her books

her children

are closing,

checked out, unreturned,

some missing, some burned.

 

Not when you stand in the face

of the childhood librarian,

with no books

left for her care.

 

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Stephanie Ayers

Executive Creative Director at Our Write Side/OWS Ink, LLC
A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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