Ink PortalA Poem by Kate Henderson
Old ancient book, older than the dust
Encasing the folds of mysteries Sitting alone, forgotten On an old shelf, patient Its pages are filled with ink It could be a book about enchantment Or a portal to another world More rich than any could have dreamed Its withered pages fluttering under my breath The ink fading now, as cracked as the leather cover Stretched to its limit, its binding broken Its dusty smell, the smell of ancient time Old pages, old memories, old ink The writer long since forgotten The book remembers, remembers through the ages The book's casing can wither and die But the words are there They still live and breathe like always Like memoirs on graves of the dead It remains, though much else is lost Here through the ink portal The words are never forgotten
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Added on July 15, 2014Last Updated on July 21, 2014 AuthorKate HendersonUnited KingdomAboutHi, I'm Kate. I write dark poetry. Frequent themes in my poetry seem to be horror, fantasy, darkness, death (and beyond), nature, philosophy, and fear. Thank you for visiting! If you like/dis.. more.. |

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