antiquarian’s creed



I long for ancient things,

for the steel of ancient rings –

for lutes that sing and embers ting/

ling red and bloody rare.



For silks’ soft fold,

drapes brilliant bold,

for strings of gold and silver bright

upon a threadbare night.


For parchment dry,

for stones to scry,

for groaning rafters high with dust –

with generations’ must.



For gems aglow,

for shelves ablaze

with tomes that crow of leaner days.



When mem’ry, pale and eldritch, sings,

indeed I long for ancient things.

greenchurchxDress: ’40s vintage, via Barge Canal Market

Hat: ’50s vintage, via Barge Canal Market

Words: mine

Everything else: thrifted


Author: skye

I aspire to be a bright-eyed girl in a big city, even though I wear glasses and live in what amounts to a hole in the ground.

One thought on “antiquarian’s creed”

  1. One. This dress… Beyond dreamy. Two. THAT BROOCH!!!! WHERE ON EARTH!? My stars it is just too fabulous for words! I can’t even deal!


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