The air held the scent
of old paper
musky, fragile, and tactile
a mix of aged wood
and bitter ink.
The heavy weight of mahogany
clung to the walls
floor to ceiling
giving the illusion
that one had stepped into
a treasure chest.
leather chairs sprawled
across emerald carpets
like lazy dogs -
old, inviting, best friends.
The dimmed lights set the tone
soft yet full of secrets in corners.
Shelves were lined with decades of pearls
snippets of soul shared truths
gemstones of memories
and the gold of worlds yet to be known
treasure just waiting to be discovered.
My fingers thumbed the pages
of a blue bound beauty
edges gilded as if adorned with halos.
It felt familiar and yet
there was so much more to discover
with eyes that have begun to see.
I cuddled up with the dogs,
cracked open the spine of it
and began to drink in every word,
sipping slow the fine aged wine of the print.
Teleporting to another age
another time
another life
exhaling with joy
the peace that comes
with quiet literary indulgence
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (4)
very well done! This sounds like a place I want to hang out at
In one word – exquisite! ✨ This poem beautifully captures the scent, emotion, and silent love of an old library. As I read, I felt like I was right there, nestled in a leather chair, breathing in the scent of time with a favorite book in hand. Thank you for this soul-soothing experience! 📚🕰️
this is well described that i can clearly envision this room! Well done!
Very good work, congrats 👏