The Bookcase

Memories from the night before collect upon my pillow. My heavy head 

sinks into darkness and I land at my beloved dusty bookcase, shelves full

of volumes in different colours and sizes, some old, some new. I trace my 

fingers along the binds reminiscing their nostalgic tales; The Night the World

Turned Upside Down, The Night We Flew, The Night I Kissed My Dear Grandad 

Goodbye and The Night I Held The Child Who Couldn’t Be. I almost take this one 

back off the shelf. Eventually my body gives in to rest like a lone feather 

finally settling on the water’s surface. I clear my mind as it opens a brand 

new book, grasp my faithful pen and breathe life into a fresh, crisp page. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

our life is in a series of books...one sequel after another...and some really hurt to read again, some are a joy...but they all are part of the series and no series is complete without each volume as part of the whole.
terrific allegory here, Laura.
I just wonder if anyone else would want to browse through my collection...
j.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you so much Jacob. I think your bookcase would be full of exciting adventures and philosophical thoughts, id certainly take a look!
Laura

[Robert Trakofler]

I like the idea of memories being a book shelf and I do so enjoy those crisp new sheets of compose:) the nice thing about dusting those old shelves is sometimes you can open an old book and see a whole new perspective in the lines of its memories.

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Robert for sharing your thoughts on this one, I'm glad you like the idea. Much appreciated :)
Laura

[CD Campbell]

Pretty cool. The metaphor of misty literary titles in the bookshelf of hazy oncoming dreams is a great one. With all of those to fall back on and the excitement of creating something new, sleep never looked so good. I'll take the one about the whales.

[Laura Kate]

I'm glad you liked it CD, you picked up exactly on the feeling ; do I revisit or create something new? Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts