The Author's Grave

Try and find the *hidden* pun. :P

Upon this page is writ an epitaph,
As words within befit an author’s grave
Whose last remains are shelved on their behalf,
In libraries go the lives that poets gave.
And gravely do the people passing by
Admit a musty smell, a Dewey air,
For dust to dust upon the covers lie,
To stale the halls as though the dead were there.
Yet in the silence is an echoed sound -
A spirit knows to manifest itself
When fools should rattle bones that they have found,
So too, when books are lifted from the shelf.
Hauntingly, they speak their ghostly yearn,
And thus to libraries do we oft return.

Reviews

[J.P. Bristow]

this was great it brought...Keats to mind when he wanted "Here lies One
Whose Name was writ in Water" on his headstone.......well done

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I forgot the Pun..Yearn...return..

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Another , lovely write , I love any place that is filled with books, I am like a kid in a candy store , but my candy is the books.. I think too about the ghost inside.. beautiful poem .