Thursday evening has arrived closing a day of brief torrents of rain and scalding hot sunshine. Thunderstorms rattle on the horizon above cargo ships seeping through the English Channel. Like the narrator in The Turn of the Screw, I will now review the poetic events of last week’s poetry prompt, which thankfully will not be of a terrifying nature similar to those in Henry James’s famous novel.
Last week’s poetry cue, ‘Writing Desk‘, was a catalyst for some wonderful poems from various poets across the globe. It’s always fascinating to know where a writer works and how their surroundings can inspire them. They are as follows:
Jorc provides the first poem of the week with ‘what dreams’. A thoughtful poem with wonderful forest and waterfall analogies of a writer’s desk.
Tiel Aisha Ansari’s writing desk is a multifaceted affair including a computer desk in the spare bedroom to the balcony of a hotel in Las Vegas.
The third entry is my own poem, ‘My Writing Desk‘. It is a description of what I see from my chair including the habits of my disruptive cat.
Sascha’s poem titled ‘A Black Canvas‘ portrays the rich imagination of a poet running wild with the imagery of palaces, princes and kings that mingle with the reality of every day life.
Rio’s very attractive poem intriguingly compares the writing pad to a romantic partner or wife. The repetition of ’she’ by a male poet, makes it a love affair.
Lissa describes the thoughts and ideas that arise during a train journey in the aptly named poem ‘Train of Thoughts‘. The pauses at stations and public announcements briefly distract before the words rush on once more.
Melissa’s poem portrays an almost maternal love for the writing that’s produced on the much revered paper. Delightfully intimate and a joy to read.
In Keith’s humorous poem, he writes about the perils of a messey desk and the frustration of loosing a poem. Perfect to bring a smile to your face and even a nod of recognition.
Bev has written about the terribly unfair condition known as ‘writer’s block’ in this charming little tanka. How often it occurs that as you are settling down to watch your favourite TV programme or falling asleep, inspiration hits like a speeding train.
Melanie of Beloved Dreamer wrote a cleverly interlaced poem mixing heavy sorrow with light and dainty dreams and hopes.
I would like to thank all poets who submitted their work to this week’s poetry prompt. The comments section will remain open and you can add further links at any stage. Next week’s prompt will begin tomorrow at 6pm London time. If you enjoyed your stay here and will continue to take part each week, then please spread the word about this weekly interactive poetry event. It will benefit not only myself but all of us.
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Thank you very much. Sometimes I try to write from a man’s perspective. I am glad I occasionally pull it off.
Thanks again.