Safe


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sly, brittle slice blinks incessantly;
would-be despot descendant of Kutubiyyin,
its faux leather sheath sticky in the palms.
 

Spineless, synthetic, its flickering backlit,
tick-inducing, fake flaxen pages,
a shallow, kindled substitute
 

for lutescent vellum, letterpressed
to breast in the smooth creamy wash
of an elegant anglepoise lamp.
 

Acid leaks, yet beautifully bound, it
sits serene on the solid beech shelf,
just out of reach; protected.
 
 

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2 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, Poetry

2 responses to “Safe

  1. This really is a beautifully adept way of looking at reading … picking out the clinical and the organic qualities of both the Kindle and ‘real’ books is so gracefully achieved. Love this one for all its meanings and the creativity behind it…

  2. Perfect. I agree with all its sentiments.

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