Lady of the Book

With her right hand she opens the book,
turns the pages with deliberation
and unhurried grace.
Her infinite task has no need of urgency,
of frenetic action.
With her left hand she draws a line through the chosen entry.
This lady in her robe of red,
 and with deep eyes of ink on parchment,
of immeasurable skies,
she throws the bones and finds the pattern in the chaos.
Gold plated saints and faces in the trees,
she has observed them all,
their comings and goings,  
merely another passage to note,
merely another page turned.
another line to draw.
She would tell you,
if you asked,
that there are two things everyone wants;
and the selfsame two things everyone fears…
and it would be a gift to be free of the wanting,
of these dark desires,
but like blood and bone they go together.
You watch as her polished hands soundlessly turn the pages once more,
looking at her wrists
the veins threading like a rill,
like the contour lines on a map,
blue as woodsmoke,
blue as the open sky.
And you think of one more question,
one more,
just one more…
But the book has closed.
Your line is drawn,
and another coming and going duly noted.

About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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9 Responses to Lady of the Book

  1. I missed this one. And I love it! In fact, I’ve been missing a lot of your poetry—must see what’s happened to the WP settings.

  2. Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    A magical Monday morning poem from Jaye to ease us gently into the week.

  3. Ali Isaac says:

    Magical and mystical, my favourite combination! 😊

  4. ailsacawley says:

    I love this one so much. ❤

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