The Old Scribe

The Old Scribe Memory in hand the ancient mariner of memories Readies to recapture – to transcribe - in fading ink A whisper of recollections – one speck in eternity – Illuminated by the lamp circumscribing shadows To describe, as the guardian of children’s children, The oral history inscribed within a tapestry – Well worn, threadbare - History retold in a way prescribed By the page and pen ascribed to time’s signature - Time’s traveler – riding on a stylus quill of plumes – Conscribes seconds, minutes, days and decades To breathe déjà vu as scribes of spoken portraits Lining legendary walls and weeping wells, Subscribing to reflection’s markers – place cards – Bookmarks in dimmed eyes and sun kissed hands - Remembrance illustrated – scenes re-seen.