Dreams of library ladies

poem by: Geoffrey Brewer
Written on Oct 26, 2016

The Dreams of Library Ladies

Library ladies could it be you sometimes dream
With books (and children) all put in their place
Do you imagine an alternate library scene
A view transformed to more exotic space

The British Museum, perhaps you hear it calling
With more books than at which you could shake a stick
Rubbing shoulders in history with Marx and Lenin
Guiding them on a better path could be your schtick 

Under massive Radcliffe Camera's noble dome
Among dusty denizens of Academia
In such an arena would you feel at home
Looking pale, intense, with a name such as Ophelia 

 Alexandria' s great library (not far from Giza)
As one of nine goddesses of the muse
If given a request from Julius Caesar
Would you find yourself unable to refuse

Then if you're feeling adventurous and wild
Unseen University exceeds the sphere of man  *
With Magic books that have you enchanted and beguiled
But as librarian you might become an Orang Utan

The Louvre accompanied by a dashing chevalier
Might be a better option to embrace
Can you see yourself descend a grand escalier
Like Audrey Hepburn before the Victory of Samothrace

Though life here may seem less thrilling than your revery 
Don't be dismayed but feel a genuine pride
In your books we find phantasies, a virtual treasury
Dream your dreams for such are what you provide

* ref. Terry Pratchett's Disc World

 

Tags: happy, humor, encouraging,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Great poem Geoffrey.more to those library ladies than meets the eye.
Ashok Pokharel commented:
You took library to the level high as many people may possibly dream about! Great work!!
James Notley commented on Jun 18, 2020 at 1:11am
Nice tour of the best libraries and towns...many contributions of poetry...think of writing a chapbook? write on

 

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