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The Leather Book

Updated on April 10, 2013
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The dusty pages

Have been ignored for years

They sometimes flutter in the wind.

For why they do, there is no reason

The breeze has been shut

Out for ages.

The old rolltop still smells like polish

Where once it was lovingly cared.

The inkwells tirelessly

Filled and used by candlelight.

Hearing the nibs scratch

The pages, as only quills

Noisily do.

The wicks of the candle in brass

Darts about and casts shadows on the wall.

The writer sighs with approval,

Tosses down a bit of sand

And watches the ink dry for a moment.

The script is elegant

And her words are eloquent,

Then into the fire she stares.

The copper kettle shrilly whistles,

The cup of tea poured by

The unobtrusive.

Waste not, want not,

With my tools of trade

May then I silently camp.

I will gobble down a crust and cheese,

Then return to my pages

At my stately oak form.

And when my tallow

Has seen better days,

I will allow it rest

For the night.

This morn I'll not awake

From slumber,

But may my testament

Be doled out anon

And as succinctly

As would I.


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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Pharmd422, thanks so much! I'm so sorry that I never answered you. I don't know why, but your comment was filed under spam. I never knew the category existed until just a few moments ago.

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      Pharmd422 3 years ago

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Rolly. I have always been an avid reader, which my mother also shared. We'd go to the small town library where I grew up, and between the two of us, we read nearly everything. There were a lot of wonderful old books, too, and that was part of the reason why I wrote this piece.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi aviannovice... I love the way you have brought the old alive here, the importance of having peace as a writer and the diligence of completing a task. I so love the older publications, I have a library in a room I have converted into a library with several bookshelves and row after row of the old books are always invited out. I so appreciate the old form of writing, the smell of the books as they are opened. A well written work here and thank you for sharing with us.

      Hugs and Blessings from Canada

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Colin, you sure do have a gem there. I adore Egyptology, and I have a copy of the Book of the Dead. I always wanted one, and a friend happened to find it and gave it to me. See you at the lake...

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Especially in these fast moving times Deb I still love old fashioned leather books and books with dust jackets - I even have a first editon of Howard Carter's first book published a year after he discovered the tomb of King Tut with some authentic Egyptian postcards dated from 1915 left behind by the previous owner. Now talk about finding buried treasure.

      I love your immortal words here from a wise and wonderful writer - and here I sit with a nice cuppa tea sending you our warmest wishes from Colin, Little Miss Tiffy and Mister Gabriel at lake erie time canada 4:33pm

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Koffeeklatch Gals. Perhaps it is because a lot of it is true-to-life...

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      Susan Haze 4 years ago from Sunny Florida

      You have taken me back to another time. I love the way you involve the senses in your poetry. It makes you feel as though you are there. Up and awesome.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, shanmarie!

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      shanmarie 4 years ago

      Well done. I could clearly picture the scene you so eloquently set.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Linda, it is truly how I saw it in that time at the rolltop desk

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      Linda Compton 4 years ago from The Land of Enchantment

      Deb, you have spiritedly transported us back; and life, once again, briefly became so very real and clear. Every aspect, perfect. Thank you from the depths of unnumbered hearts and ages past. L.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Johan! Thanks for the good wishes. Some of them come a little easier now.

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      Johan Smulders 4 years ago from East London, South Africa

      You are moving into exciting new areas. Keep it up!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Blossom. When I was young, I had a rolltop that I loved, which is where the sentiment came from.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      What a beautiful, evocative poem! I can really relate to this. Love it.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      High praise, Billy. VERY high praise that I hope I can live up to. I have been toying with a few ideas, that you no doubt have no problem fathoming. I've just been trying to ingest your material and try to tailor make it to me.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      This is a feast for the senses, Deb. One could close their eyes and picture each word that you have written. I swear my friend, you are a poet at heart. When you find a way to combine your poetry, prose and photography so that they are one, you will have reached your pinnacle as a writer....and you are well on your way.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I appreciate your thoughts, Wayne. It gives me the wherewithal to try to continue the same path.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Anna, that is exactly what I was going for. I put myself right in my own scene.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Very beautiful piece. I could hear the nib scratching the page as I read. very good imagery.

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      Anna Haven 4 years ago from Scotland

      As soon as I seen your picture and title, I had to look. Very evocative, sights, sounds, smells and tastes, you made your world real. I felt like I was back in Victorian times, loved it!