Bible
by Bryan Runic Deakin

The books pile high,
by the walls paved in gold,
A book in black leather,
Printed on Indian paper.
 
It sits up high,
on its throne of papyrus,
J.C on the front.
 
Who is J.C?
an old owner,
maybe!
 
A page in history,
the only place to learn.
 
The pages all old and worn,
the maps tell of a land,
Westerners have forgot.
 
The original words written,
in the language of this land,
but of the tongue long ago.
 
now lets leave this place,
This place in mind,
the island of Syros,
 
A place i spent some time,
memories of time,
a child playing with dice.
 
Time to enjoy the age,
of this digital revolution,
ok, shall we stay?
Maybe.
 
© 2014, Bryan Runic Deakin

digital copies available
   just not
     in hand so
   comfortable

JC Jesus Christ?

who knows!

" who knows" is a good response! Keep the mystery alive! Poetry should always allow the reader to draw his own conclusions. I like this poem; reads like the perfect blend of story and poem.

Thanks I am glad you like it I go to a writing group and this is what I came up with when I got handed a bible to write about.

Seriously! Thats so cool. Sounds like a unique assignment.

took me 5 minutes to write took others a week to do

Thats because you have a natural talent. Good Job!

thanks