December 04, 2009

Library – poem inspired by Lorca

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This poem is in the style of Frederico Garcia Lorca as a reflection on his poem Song. I can't find it on the internet, but I've linked other Lorca poems for your interest. Song is about a diligent girl picking olives outside her village. People come to try to distract her but she ignores them and continues her work. I've chosen a contemporary setting for the girl and tried to copy Lorca's style as much as possible. (Top B is a university night out.) 




She is cultivating knowledge,

roaming erudite heights

under the unwavering glare

of the fluorescent library lights.

Four course-mates arrived

with bags and books,

whispered secrets

and knowing looks.

“Come to Top B lass.”

The girl ignores their plea.


Three young footballers passed,

well-defined and lean

with branded polo-shirts

and kit bags bursting at the seams.

“Come to Leamington lass.”

The girl ignores their plea.


The bold blue afternoon

rescinded to an amber glow.

A hall-mate approached

with clear liquids and Redbull.

“Come to pre-load lass.”

And the girl ignores his plea.


She remains cultivating knowledge,

roaming erudite heights,

warmed in her library

by the unwavering fluorescent lights.


(Inspired by Song, Frederico García Lorca, 1898 - 1936)

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