Like broken promises
these remains:
Lingering entreaties
for minds to redeem
insight, question, or
intuitive urge.
Drawing, still,
a lover’s eye
to touch and lift:
Inviting the mind
and soul to
the muse’s rise.
Such a touch, merely,
now a tablet’s swipe;
where once
a gentle turn
folded leaves
within receptive hands.
Might a lover’s soul
find lasting company,
tangible presence,
with the promise
of a battery’s
transitory glow?
©John Fairbrother
28 September 2014
Image Times Education Supplement www.tes.co.uk
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