House of Books
(British Library)
On the grey carpet,
grey shapes intersect,
shadows of shoulders,
of hands, of heads:
minds overlapping
for a moment.
From the white walls,
rapid shuttles ricochet,
shiny yarns interweave:
threads of voice,
trains of thought,
embroidering the air.
Built of a million bricks
glowing at the ashen junction
is the House of Books;
built of a million minds
is the fabric of the pages,
of the screens, of the scrolls.
Christina Egan © 2017
Such an enjoyable read! Thank you for sharing this unique perspective. The illustrations are a lovely addition!
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