Poem of the Day – 9th April 2008

April 09, 2008 :: Posted by - Patrick James :: Category - Poem of the Day

Climbing fourteen steps

up to the writer’s room;

filled with ancient spirits

and memories of a bride

for a neogothic groom.

The letters he’d sent spent

forever in the empty hall

of some woman’s tenement.

Having lent his elderly mind

to forgotten antiquarian books,

now in dust and gathering webs;

they await the writer’s return

to his vacant room at the

top of the spiral stairs.

Extract from:

Patrick James