So I just plugged my external hard drive into my shiny new computer for the first time, and clicked on a folder titled ‘IMPORTANT STUFF’. This hard drive, I should warn you, is mainly home to photos, videos and documents from my first laptop purchased circa 2007. I replaced it in 2011 when I returned to college, because commuting with a 17″ laptop is not really practical. Anyway, the first thing in my IMPORTANT STUFF folder was this poem I wrote about Fyvie Castle’s library in sixth year. Here it is, exactly the same way it was submitted in 2008.
A poem by Kirsty Louise Brown
Encased in red paper,
The room is a key to the past.
As books sit silently on their shelves-
faded, dusty, old.
Waiting to be used.
Waiting to be read by the eyes of their master,
Trying to pull him in,
Not realising that now he is gone.
A man used to slide them off their shelf-
gentle, silent, smooth.
In Summer they would sit on the windowsill
And heat in the suns bright gaze.
And on the long, cold, winter nights,
They’d sit beside a roaring fire
Held in a golden frame.
The curtains hung, pulled together
Behind them it was black.
Together they experienced life-
The man and his books,
But then he grew old
And succumbed to eternity.
Set in stone,
He sits above them gazing down-
waiting, crying, silent.
Longing to watch the intelligent words
Dance across the pages.
2 thoughts on “Bound”
I like it!
Thankyou! I really liked it when I wrote it, but 6 years on I’m not sure if I really feel the same love for it that I once did.