Tuesday, September 20, 2016

DMC: "Gossipers" by Jone Rush MacCulloch


Library books sit on shelves
wait for lights off and begin

hushed voices with each other.

Conversations in the dark
Whoa, she dogeared my pages.

I felt his tears on THE END.

Forgotten, not been checked out.

A first grader stole a book,

tucked it under her rag coat.

Blue moon shines through the window.

Library books, gossipers,

whispering words without sleep.

© 2016 Jone Rush MacCulloch. All rights reserved.

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  1. Wonderful, Jone. I love the premise of storybooks telling stories about the readers in their lives! And also the entrance of the moon at the end. Magical.

  2. I love that the book s take on human feeling the felling of the readers tears and noticing the little child cote was
    tattered and having conversation and the moon shining in the window so imaginative :)

  3. Beautiful thought, to imagine those books talking at night. You won't look at your library the same after this, Jone. Hope you post this there so students can read it too. Love "gossipers"!

  4. Love the conceit of the books telling actual 'stories.' Well done, Jone!

  5. "I felt his tears at THE END."

    The volumes' ruminations about their readers are seriously fun, Jone, especially imagining the moon light company kept.

    Wish I'd thought of this point-of-view!

    1. Thank you. I have thought about gossiping books for a long time.

  6. Oh, I love the idea of library books gossiping about us readers in the dark! So many images and emotions in so few words. Brava, Jone! =)

  7. Great. Great concept. Great execution.

  8. I love this idea. I really can imagine it. Thanks for this poem.