Poetry Blogs (2019, desk)
The Artist's Desk
Always, I want to see
the place of work
I sit and wonder
of the artist’s desk
what trinkets, what tools
they choose
Always, I picture in my mind
the artist’s desk
and what blue-tacked postcards
what scribbled notes of inspiration
may surround it
Is it by a window
is it in a basement
Do they toil below a craning lamp
or by dim candle light
do they have a desk at all
or just a s...
Friday 12th July 2019 2:02 pm
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