The Library Ticket
This orange passport
Like an envelope, well-addressed
Slotted into her life
Pages fell open
The central spine
Was fraying, tearing
Like an offspring pulling away
A ticket to her own mind
Its secrets locked like a story
At the final chapter
The loss of any library is awful. I don’t know what to say at the proposed
government closure of 250 libraries. It would be devastating.
I went to a poetry writing workshop many years ago and the poem above in
remembrance of my first library which I joined 44 years ago as an 11 year old.
Books have always been my escape. Today, libraries offer so much more and that
is fantastic for all users.