The aged librarian
can not survive
on syllables
who are bled in ink
to sentences alone.
He cannot live on pulp
providing sustenance
in wasted books;
but the aged librarian
has ceased to care for cooking,
so in a secret nook,
in the furthest hall
he keeps a loaf of bread
some fruit,
a jug of wine to share
with poems whispered
from ceilings and from walls.
Still life with jug and bread by Pablo Picasso
I decided to join dVerse a bit late for Lisa’s prompt on food.
October 2, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ah those secret stashes! I am currently reading a book where one of the characters, a librarian,does not go beyond 3 bloocks of the library and eats a chop daily at a restaurant a block from the library. He has done this for 25 years. He seems to be quite content.
I think a librarian will always find part of his diets in his books.
A supplement to the sustenance of the mind.
This particular character fascinates me.
Oh, how lovely! And poems in his ‘wilderness’ all the ‘thou’ he needs. 🙂
Exactly- love how you caught that little reference
Such an intimate portrait of an enigmatic character, Bjorn. Glad you got your “whispered poem” included for the prompt.
The perfect accompaniment to books. (K)
sounds like a reasonable compromise as his main nourishment comes from his books 🙂
I love your librarian inspired poems Bjorn. The deep connection to poems is soul-stirring.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
Omar Khayyam
Cute !
I think the aged librarian deserves his own book, Björn! How many librarian poems have you written so far? Maybe he is a book vampire, sucking the words from the books in his library, and the bread, fruit and wine are red herrings.
That simple meal seems best for the librarian perhaps reminding him of Fitzgerald’s translation of Omar Khayyam.
Ah, I like the old librarian’s repast. It goes so well with a good book!