Poetry Map of Scotland poem no. 114: Dundee Wellgate

Dundee Library February 2005

Old papers on display
With relics washed ashore,
But David Jobson's fading name
Was all I saw.

This clear spring day
The library's fragile silence lies
On grinding stone and metal,
Lost despairing cries;

No air conditioning can lift
The pungent fumes
Of storm blown ash and cinders
Haunting this quiet room.

I live his memories;
I'm drowning in the past.
My hands reach back through time,
But only touch cold glass.

Diana Lewis

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