I've neglected this blog lately. I have been lacking
bloggish inspiration, but I'm hoping to post properly again soon. In the meantime,
what I have been writing in the last couple of months is lots of sonnets (I
find the satisfaction of churning out metre and rhyme quite soothing), and I
wrote one about working in libraries. It’s not a literary achievement, but I was
mildly pleased, so I'm posting it here to get back into the swing of blogging.
(A note on metre: I lack
the discipline for iambic pentameter, so I often write in tetrameter. There’s a
reason this isn't so common – it’s cumbersome and the rhymes get buried!)
Readers, here I sit installed, and ready for your query
Your ally in discovery and resource navigation
I’ll point the way to what you need, from art to quantum
theory
(I also offer sympathy, and cheerful conversation).
Come, call on me in tracking down some old, elusive tome
You’re never interrupting me; it’s what I'm here to do
I’ll scour corners hunting titles far adrift from home
And when we find that tiresome book, I'm just as pleased
as you.
What I do here may not look hard (compared to your exams)
It’s true, right now I'm stamping – not an onerous affair
Last year I wrestled Sophocles; today it’s paper jams
But library folk are turning cogs you didn't know were
there.
The fairies of the stacks; custodians of information
Equipping you as best we can, from start to graduation.
