In The Library

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #214

Words: Thirst, Share, Stories, Breath, Apart, Feign, Run,
       Stars, chain, First, Roots, Roads

They sat in the library
feigning nonchalance–
these kids who thirsted
for stories that were
not their own.  They shared
common roots, and ran down
the same rough roads.  Author
entered the room to
an audible intake of breath.
First book up was about stars.
Apart from an occasional cough,
the children's chain of reaction
was silence.  Nothing was said
about current violence in
their neighborhood, or school.
When the readings ended, kids
had a new light of hope
in their eyes.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to In The Library

  1. This is so beautiful and timely. Thank you.


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