Friday, January 4, 2008

You reap what you sow


The vellum book housed
on the high altar
it's tales so highly purported.
.
Known once to all as
thee holy psalter
it's value was somehow distorted.
.
One day it just vanished
into the moss
of a bog beneath Fadden More.
.
The book of fiction was
thought to be lost
found the year that they did explore.
.
It caused us that time
to reminisce
about that age so long ago.
.
How pages so dear
could go amiss
perhaps they were trying to sow.

6 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

I love your thought processes. Your poems seem to elicit some sort of thinking from readers. Thanks for sharing. I hope I don't ever lose any of my older books. Have a nice day.

tumblewords said...

Interesting - the book seems a familiar one. Provocative piece!

lissa said...

My favorite's the last part - how pages so dear...

thank you for sharing. have a wonderful weekend.

LittleWing said...

you have spoken so beautifully of this real event...aye the irish book found recently...opened at psalm 83...elohim...amen...

paisley said...

you have such a knack for poetry... i am so glad you are pursuing it more...
this was lovely... i have to wonder what might have grown.......

UL said...

yes,we do reap what we sow,beautifully crafted piece of work, thanks for sharing.