Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer

thanks Bjorn for introducing me to Tomas Tanstromer. and his poem after someone’s death from which the line “All the names swallowed up by the cold.” you chose as todays prosery prompt her at #dversepoetrypub.

Cliff top books.


 


Cliff top bookshop is invested the local paper’s headline screams.


Giant lady bird/bugs have invaded the size of kittens all
black with red spots. With a taste for ink burdened paper.


I could hear the books screaming for help as I struggled up (the
gas canister on my back slowing me down) the steep cliff path, small lady bird/bug
invasion getting squished under foot and hand as they cover both hands rail and
steps.


With all the names swallowed. Up by the cold-hearted lady
bird/bugs they try to take flight as I enter the store. 


 Flame thrower in hand
books beyond saving. The thrower pops into live roaring its greedy tongue
consuming dead books and lady bird/bugs. 


The smaller beasties sensing their parents demise swarm up
and consume me. I will haunt his place of swallowed names and books death
forever and a day.


 


© 11/03/2024 rog
leach