My Writing Desk
August 2, 2008
Circular streams, course from one open window
Through to the next, across my writing desk
Where a laptop gently purrs its echo
Of my ceaseless thoughts and dreams statuesque.
The shimmering sea inside harbour walls
Toys with my senses high above the trees,
That stand, looking up in their genteel shawls
To the ridge where I sit with Summer breeze;
A cat extends her paw and gently plays
With sheets of paper on a wooden chair,
Distracting esurient eyes sideways,
Followed by a tender smile, playful glare,
A teasing cry, then kiss, then stroke, then tap,
Typing, focused, poetry, to unwrap.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
Written in response to the poetry prompt on this website.
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This poem really captures my imagination as it fuses modern with classical writing. It has a certain Tennyson feel to it when he wrote ‘The Lady of Shalott’ which is my favourite poem of all time. Think with this one, you may have just knocked him off the top spot!!! A lovely inspirational read.
Sascha xxx
Love the poem. I can see the moments through your words. Wonderful.
I love the last line, “to unwrap” - that’s what writing is to me anyway, once you type or write the words, new ideas and thoughts spread and open up much like an onion, where we create layers where there’s none
I love this. Your thoughts were miles away from your desk until your cat interrupted you and bought you back, focussing you on your poem. If you cat hadn’t interrupted you, would you still be dreaming?
Bev
My cat is a wonderful anchor to the present moment, indeed.
I enjoyed taking part in the construction of your writing space. Wonderful attention to the rhyme.
Very nice imagery. You pull the reader in cleverly with the very first word.