Ayr Academy: Gemma Wade



The Old Book

I sit on a shelf covered in dust.
My once thick red spine with fine gold lines, now a faded shade of orange; tattered and torn.
I’m grimy and dirty and smell musky, damp and moldy.

I never move from this spot,
I’m never touched due to the state I’m in.
My leather cover, stained, rough and deeply cracked.
And my pages so wrinkled and water damaged,
bumpy and lumpy, torn and folded.
That crackle and crunch when turned,
Due to neglect.

My knowledge is dated and old yet trustworthy and useful to the right person.
With a taste of plain pasta, very plain, very boring and never changes.

by Gemma Wade