by Michelle Seyner17 Oct 2013
My coffee ready on my desk,
my waterbottle standing tall
and the collected works of Oscar Wilde
are serenely overseeing it all.
Above my desk my mandolin
waiting for me to pluck a string.
My keyboard waiting to be touched,
my monitor inside its nook
and my crochetted unicorn
is casting me a curious look.
My blossom-tree lamp sheds its light
upon the words I'm yet to write.
October 17th 2013.