
ALT You can do anything in this library: wind the bobbin or find your past. The girl on the train is in this library, which has two halves like a heart. You can find anything in this library. Murders and gardening; languages, art. The River Cole runs through this library, like a bookmark in a heart. There’s a warm welcome in the library And everything else it’s been asked to hold. But someone should fix the broken heating. Hearts beat slower in the bitter cold. See the hazard tape? Attempted murder. Library hit by a thousand cuts. Someone decided we don’t need libraries. We do. No ifs, or whys, or buts. We need them for talking and drumming and dreaming, for balance and friendly cups of tea. For planning escapes of all types and sizes, for learning it’s us, not you against me. We can do anything with this library: wind it up, or stay and play. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. We take it for granted. Like our hearts. by Leila Rasheed (inspired by Hall Green Library)




































