In the dusty old
Deserted library hall
The wishes of the librarian
Have finally come to fruition
For there is nobody reading
By the library desks
They’re all in the I.t. Suite
Reading set texts on the web
So librarian has his wish
And the books sit on wooden shelves
Like revered benedictines
Sat in lines in silence.
Cheers for reading, Delyn. Apologies for the delay in responding, but having set myself a target of a poem a day means I’ve been away from the keyboard – and I’ve only just seen this 🙂 Please feel free to have a browse – and if there’s anything that you like – feel free to comment.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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