Archive Libraries

Archive Libraries

Lately I rummaged through the famous infamous lane of ancient archives
Revisited the revered antiques where reading, writing thrives
Land of our fellow perceivers, children of archaic scribes
And upon that lane I interposed three text hives

They first one was the adager’s scrolls
Folded deficient of quagmire wrinkles but patterned in oratorical rolls
Jotted with fine lampblack ink like clay of may weather
In mono corsiva calligraphy done with the seagull’s back-wing

The second archrivals I eyed were the saint’s scriptures
Wrinkled in troughs of trepidations and crests of salvation
But pregnant with wisdom more than kings that held scepters
Lined with mein serif calligraphy- the allure of quotation

The third was the ductile stone tablet caricatured by crack
Hard and brittle in stature, pale in luster of lime chalk
Sculptured in adorned patterns of the maestro mason’s wedge
The Tahoma calligraphy adding sparkle to the scribes of Stone Age

It is from these archival libraries took we then knowledge for the learner’s ‘ext book’
Fantasy to jot down the child’s ‘story book
Adventure to lay down text for the scholar’s ‘novel book’
But nay in a zillion millennia did we decipher from them the alien cadence for fanatical facebook