Twilight’s Dust


“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read”

~  Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

It’s hot in this stifling city with sidewalks teeming
outside her cloistered door the noise is deafening.

But here in her safe little corner,
where a soft breeze blows in the hall
the silence is profound, the only sound
sighs, and the raspy turning of each page.
She reads of knights and damsels in distress
heroes who forsake their crown for love
the flame and the flower, glorious power
how melancholic loneliness is when you age.
In the books she reads, is the truth, the whole truth
for her books are where she learned about life.


Sometimes, when the wine has flowed too much,
and shadows race and dance in twilight’s dust
her heart aches when she lets herself recall
she was beautiful, loved, once someone’s all
now there’s nothing more than a wistful memory
that comes, then goes with each sighing turn of the page.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Jilly’s Day 11 of 28 Days of Unreason


22 Comments on “Twilight’s Dust

  1. I love the rasping turning of the page, and the education she received from books. Me, too. Sadness in the closing stanza, remembering what was…….but well companioned by books, our escape into other worlds.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: