The Library
Matilda Eiby
Pixels crackle in palettes of colourful chant,
Speakers: suit-clad, bibles in hand,
The bible is cross-less.
The bible is wordless.
I dream!
I imagine!
No person in sight,
No fleshy tailored man!
Instead, visionaries.
Who concoct stories by night.
Figments, they are!
Spirits sailing on plumes of endocrine’s adrenaline,
Soul’s myth and materialisation!
They’re daring,
Vernacular divorced from ‘Yes, ma’am’:
They author fairy stories,
With no reality at their fingers.
No now in their now.
Fairy stories with no wings
No sparkle dust.
Instead, stories about me!
You!
In a galaxy unbibled, with trust.
Independence.
Pixels on screens,
Go to sleep,
Say goodnight!
They let the colour of the fires,
Be the light:
Go.
Ignite.
Fires with a diet so fussy,
So cruel,
They chew on the labours of the writers,
Saliva drenching their brittle brittle pages,
Melting down paper’s pulp,
Melting down writers’ thoughts
Digesting scholars’ schools.
A million little letters,
Alphabet!
Consonant consonant vowel,
An inky black dust is the charcoal,
Now asleep in the mounds.
Pixels come alive.
7am.
It’s the morning.
Cuckoo!
Microphone on!
White-collared men tell of scholastic revisions
And what dare not lurk on night time’s smokey plumes!
Ideas now: in prison.
Quills: quiet.
Writers: rest.
Author: Matilda Eiby
A third year creative writing student working in Queensland Government’s Community and Public Relations sub-branch, while dabbling in Literary Fiction pursuits…because I’m too right-brained for the left-brained, and too left-brained for the right-brained. Enjoy!
Artist: Coco Thompson
Edited by: Tara Robinson
Editors: Coco Thompson and Tia Shang
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