The Silence of Books
Worn pages, gently ripped away
in large sections, eroded, as if by wind, dust,
like facades of demolished buildings
in an old newsreel, silent
like angry hieroglyphs
of twisted rebar, silent
like blown out candles
silent like an ancient city
whispering its love cry
from just under
the blowing sand.
Janet Trenchard paints and writes poetry. She has had work published in Porter Gulch Review, Hilltromper, Caesura, Napalm and Novacain, and other small journals. Her paintings can be seen at Los Gatos Art Gallery and in exhibits around the Bay Area.
Worn pages, gently ripped away
in large sections, eroded, as if by wind, dust,
like facades of demolished buildings
in an old newsreel, silent
like angry hieroglyphs
of twisted rebar, silent
like blown out candles
silent like an ancient city
whispering its love cry
from just under
the blowing sand.
Janet Trenchard paints and writes poetry. She has had work published in Porter Gulch Review, Hilltromper, Caesura, Napalm and Novacain, and other small journals. Her paintings can be seen at Los Gatos Art Gallery and in exhibits around the Bay Area.