the ghost’s abroad, along the spines; I know that odd familiar frisson apropos of nothing less than ten score years ago. a haunted well-thumbed rustling tells me so.
I tiptoe through the stacks without a sound the spectre waits; its insubstantial glow a guide to treasure lost, soon-to-be found; undaunted, spell-plumbed rustling tells me so.
the phantom moves when all are safe at home it draws me, bookishly, where I must go, how do I know when I’ve reached treasure tome? a gaunt and knell-dumbed rustling tells me so
the ghost’s abroad, along the spines, I know, a haunted, succumbed rustling tells me so
Fill: librarian/library ghost, the rustling of pages, kyrielle sonnet (variation on)
the ghost’s abroad, along the spines; I know
that odd familiar frisson apropos
of nothing less than ten score years ago.
a haunted well-thumbed rustling tells me so.
I tiptoe through the stacks without a sound
the spectre waits; its insubstantial glow
a guide to treasure lost, soon-to-be found;
undaunted, spell-plumbed rustling tells me so.
the phantom moves when all are safe at home
it draws me, bookishly, where I must go,
how do I know when I’ve reached treasure tome?
a gaunt and knell-dumbed rustling tells me so
the ghost’s abroad, along the spines, I know,
a haunted, succumbed rustling tells me so