instagram pinterest linkedin facebook twitter goodreads

 FRESH FROM THE INKWELL 

THE DESK

THE DESK

Please do not touch the furniture.
Too late.
I’d fingered the worn green leather
of Charles Dickens’ writing desk
in great expectations
that the magic might rub off on me.

Please, sir, I want some more
of your plot-weaving powers,
your character-conjuring spells,
to rescue my languishing fiction
from the poorhouse.

© Hazel Spire 2013

 Read More 
1 Comments
Post a comment